if i die clutching your photograph, don't call me boring, it's just cause i like youoh, take me on back, take me on back, take me back
to the place where i could feel your heart
is this the end
or just the start of something really, really beautiful
wrapped up and disguised
as something really really ugly?
come by and see me, i'm a love-letter away
i'd break your name before i'd say:
"i really love you, loved you,"
bow i don't care if you saw
i watched every inch of film flash across your roman features
and i loved it, loved it..