nostalgia at it's finest

Shake down you make me break, for goodness sake I think I'm on the edge of something new with you...

Standing there with your smile blinding your eyes from seeing my face as I'm dying to figure out a [boy]

so don't say "these currents are still killing me"
and you can't explain, but the wind went and pulled me into your hurricane

So pull me under your weather patterns, your cold fronts and the rain don't matter... because the sun burns when I need it

You don't do it on purpose,
but you make me shake.

Now I count the hours 'til you wake
With your babies breath, breathe symphonies
common, sweet catastrophe

and maybe this time I can follow through I can feel complete, stop paying dues. stop the rain from falling, keep my ocean calm...

This time I know nothing's wrong.

soco knows best. and apparently, always will.