Love Is Too Young To Know What Conscience Is
Call me back in the morning
And let me paint over those old writings
I’m sorry about my ghosts
You’ll never be able to forget me
No matter how many times you say goodbye
No matter how high you build your walls
I’ll always break them down
I’ll always take the words out of your mouth
You’ll always see me and fall
I can’t help it if that’s the way I am
It’s just our dynamic
It’s just the way we were made
I don’t care if you can’t stand it
We are what we are, and that’ll never change
