Out of all my stressed out, pissed off, easily-aggitated moments, all I want right now is a nice cup of hot milk and have you here with me to cuddle with while watching one of my boring movies, falling asleep holding your hand, having smell that distinctive scent of your back.
But you’re not here, you’re not gonna be, and thanks to my ego you can’t be.
But you’re not here, you’re not gonna be, and thanks to my ego you can’t be.
