Feeling the space between my fingers
That I wish held yours
I don’t know why I’m feeling this
But I wish this time could be ours
To wake up in the evening
After partying till 6 in your living room
Watching the pile of movies you keep
One day I’ll get my head straight
Maybe I could for you
One day I’ll get my head straight
Maybe I could for you
Moments turn into memories I keep close to my heart
I’m counting the seconds till I see you
Thoughts racing through my head
Does she love me?
Does she love me not?
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Oliver Noah Johnson
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