Pepsi Cigarette

All the time with you, my heart starts to feel like glue and I don't know why but it happens all the time
And then when I'm alone, I mythologize my phone waiting for your touch, which won't get through the line
You warm me up like laundry, you animate this world for me, and you make me dream while standing on the ground
Won't you walk with me? Won't you talk with me? Won't you let me in your head?

Without a second look, you read me right like a book which had been reduced but has now become a tome
Unlike I've always said, the love that I thought was dead is now back to life and in you has found a home
And all these other dormancies can be reveled in privately, I think of you as Krishna all the same
Pure of mind and heart, and other body parts, won't you be my little girl?

Stranded on the wire, I'm just trying to get higher while I'm feeling low, so let me know if you could throw some crumbs from level 31
The social synonyms, the labyrinthine house, alters not that I want things to be without, not about, not about

"give yourself a little confidence to do what you personally like. not get all bogged down with what you think people want to hear, you know? if you see someone playing music they really like, it's really compelling, regardless of what style it is, i think."

You answered all the signals sent, by virtue or by accident, let's have a go at going all the way
To a timely end, a trying dividend, you're the only friend for me