I can taste your lemonade. Bittersweet like every summer fling. And keeping up with all your stories. Talking to your ghost when I'm asleep No you're never really dead to me. Maybe that's the myst
Bài hát First Things First - NeonTrees. You are never gonna get. Everything you want in this world. First things first. Get what you deserve. It began when I was twenty-one years old. And my mom and
Bài hát First Things First - NeonTrees. You are never gonna get. Everything you want in this world. First things first. Get what you deserve. It began when I was twenty-one years old. And my mom and
Bài hát First Things First - NeonTrees. You are never gonna get. Everything you want in this world. First things first. Get what you deserve. It began when I was twenty-one years old. And my mom and
I fell asleep last night to the heartbeats in my head,. I fell apart when I got home inside my bed. I can't think, can't speak. I can't move, can't breathe. This is a white heart heat when you get
Phone keeps ringing in another room. I'm daydreaming like a middle kid at school. Caffeine, thinking of my teenage youth. I'm alive, but I can barely move I guess I've always been this way. It's b
There was a point of no return. And I never looked back 'til I was holding your hand. I was socially absurd. But who cares. Yeah I've been shaky with withdrawals. I'm a junkie loser, I never woul
I can taste your lemonade. Bittersweet like every summer fling. And keeping up with all your stories. Talking to your ghost when I'm asleep No you're never really dead to me. Maybe that's the myst
Bài hát Text Me In The Morning - NeonTrees. We danced a tango 'till our heads got dizzy. I felt your body heat a damsel in distress. My daddy warned me not to get so busy. And suddenly I'm watching
I can taste your lemonade. Bittersweet like every summer fling. And keeping up with all your stories. Talking to your ghost when I'm asleep No you're never really dead to me. Maybe that's the myst
I fell asleep last night to the heartbeats in my head,. I fell apart when I got home inside my bed. I can't think, can't speak. I can't move, can't breathe. This is a white heart heat when you get
I can taste your lemonade. Bittersweet like every summer fling. And keeping up with all your stories. Talking to your ghost when I'm asleep No you're never really dead to me. Maybe that's the myst