I want to make love to you,
Not fucking war.
Got sad with the morning news
I was so waiting for.
Got lost in my deepest thoughts,
My own hopes and dreams.
Somehow tying myself in knots--
Is this for real?
Chorus:
How come I’m not yours when you’re mine;
There isn’t tomorrow for us.
100 miles an hour across double line
Breaking the hearts made of glass.
Gasping for breath of fresh air
While sinking alone.
I guess it wasn’t that fair
To flea our own home.
Blinded by meaningless night,
So feared to meet the day.
I told you I ain’t gonna fight
To make things my way.
Chorus:
I’m cheating, I’m fading, so blissfully hating,
So gorgeous, courageous, obnoxiously sinful.
Ain’t no precious time, but I am still waiting
To feel myself so full.
I just want to love you,
I don’t want to start this war.
I hope that you hear me,
I ain’t gonna cry no more...
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