She Use To Drive a Blue Dodge

How can I explain my love for you When I’m judging you Afraid of every subject You bring to my attention Things on your vision board Gained your intuition You’re intuitive I’m a pessimistic We both God’s students I’m Muslim You Christian Who gives a Chuck Taylor ties like I’m hooping But I’m just tired of falling for old games I seen girls 3 times bad as you like the blue print But I’m use to holding in But this seems like I’m folding a letter with date on it Chinese fold Then it’s a bomb away Throwing shots to your direction We older it’s a section If I die tomorrow let’s make kids our complexion I was one year after 5 during 9/11 I get nervous and disguise the weather And it means nothing but you ask God why are we catching So many feelings when we don’t even how long we here At the moment bring closer to your ears I whispered that I love you and the butterflies reappear I once stopped and got paint brushes from sears