InsaneJournal

You don't do it on purpose, but you make me shake. Gonna count the hours till you wake. With your babies breath, breathe symphonies. Come on, sweet catastrophe. Well maybe this time, I can follow through. Feel complete, stop paying dues. Stop the rain from falling, keep my ocean calm. This time, I know nothing's wrong. So don't say these currents are still killing me. And you can't explain, but the wind went and pulled me in. And no you don't say these currents are still killing me. And you can't explain, but the wind went and pulled me into the hurricane. Into the hurricane.