as he played the homegrown piano,
I remembered those short fingernails.
mr. brightside // the killers
now they’re going to bed
and my stomach is sick
and it’s all in my head
There's no way back anymore, though. I've changed since then. And so have you. This is stuff of the past.
【Next Chance to Move On】 ♫
sleepy bunny *:｡(´ㅅ` )