The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Come Outta My Head

Why don't you come outta my head and hug me?
Kiss me and say that you miss me?
Whenever I cry
Feel your presence besides
And just come to realise
Its just a dream with open eyes

I want you to tell me
Even you want to hold me
And never make me chase
(You'll choose me)
Over every one else
Together, we're a mess
Like entangled littles dress
But it still feels like home
(Without you)
My lifes monsoon with no Strom

You're absense just kills me !
Im just a void and you Fill me !
Why don't you?
Just
Come out of my headd?
And prove right
Everything i said
Would you?
Baby !
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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