Santi

Everything We Had You were the only face I'd ever known. I was the light from the lamp on the floor, and only as bright as you wanted me to be. But I am no gentleman, I can be a prick, and I do regret more than I admit. You have been followed back to

Subjects are thrown around the room Looking for the ones that got away A feeling of soft anticipation Another confrontation I won't make But how do we do it We turned into something else entirely We fake it But I wanted it so desperately to be real R