What would happen if I flew to San Francisco?
Wouldn't make
Love doesn't come alone, now does it?
Present perfect tense
So you
These are the thoughts that keep me up at night
Asleep
I'll make this painless, try to be sweet
I could break
I want your number so we can talk
I can't remember
I could handle your tortured heart
Even piece it together whenever
Restless to begin, a wave comes crashing in
The band on
Tired of waiting, tired of hiding
Went a little late last
Now I'm walking on my own two feet
The sun is
Could I close the door behind me and lock myself