you&me tomorrow morning
(via vikaeight)
I miss you already
I miss you always
I miss you already
I miss you all day
This is how I feel
I miss you already
I miss you always
The crooked heart swells all around
I miss you all day
Your untouched, unsoiled, wondrous eyes
Tonight you’re mine completely,
You give your love so sweetly,
Tonight the light of love is in your eyes,
But will you love me tomorrow?
Is this a lasting treasure,
Or just a moment’s pleasure,
Can I believe the magic in your sighs,
Will you still love me tomorrow?
Tonight with words unspoken,
You said that I’m the only one,
But will my heart be broken,
When the night
Meets the morning sun.
I’d like to know that your love,
Is love I can be sure of,
So tell me now and I won’t ask again,
Will you still love me tomorrow?
Will you still love me tomorrow?
I’ll drown my beliefs
To have you be in peace
I’ll dress like your niece
And wash your swollen feet
Just don’t leave
Don’t leave
I’m not living
I’m just killing time
Your tiny hands
Your crazy kitten smile
Just don’t leave
Don’t leave
And true love waits
In haunted attics
And true love lives
On lollipops and crisps
Just don’t leave
Don’t leave
Just don’t leave
Don’t leave
Nobody knows it but you’ve got a secret smile
And you use it only for me
Nobody knows it but you’ve got a secret smile
And you use it only for me
So use it and prove it
Remove this whirling sadness
I’m losing, I’m bluesing
But you can save me from madness
Nobody knows it but you’ve got a secret smile
And you use it only for me
Nobody knows it but you’ve got a secret smile
And you use it only for me
So save me I’m waiting
I’m needing, hear me pleading
And soothe me, improve me
I’m grieving, I’m barely believing now, now
When you are flying around and around the world
And I’m lying alonely
I know there’s something sacred and free reserved
And received by me only
I’m Miss Brightside…
(Source: vikaeight)
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