Your favorite position
As waves came crashing down upon my shoulder
Started painting a picture in the sky and I realize
I might have no song in it
My hands are tied in a purple ribbon tightly
Tell me why you like to see me like this
Is this your favorite position to see me in
If someone told me it’ll be the last time
That she’s going to be mine
Probably I would have held for much longer
And I remember how I used to fall down into your arms so easily,
So small
It makes me so blue of sorrow, It makes so fed up of passion
Probably I would have walked away to avoid further connections.
Is this your favorite position to see me in
Started painting a picture in the sky and I realize
I might have no song in it
My hands are tied in a purple ribbon tightly
Tell me why you like to see me like this
Is this your favorite position to see me in
If someone told me it’ll be the last time
That she’s going to be mine
Probably I would have held for much longer
And I remember how I used to fall down into your arms so easily,
So small
It makes me so blue of sorrow, It makes so fed up of passion
Probably I would have walked away to avoid further connections.
Is this your favorite position to see me in
posted by Jean Nasr at 6:29 AM
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