Closer
You’re getting too close with the comfort 
I need it, how bout’ you come over for me 
I hope you’re here when I’m still sober 
Connect like Dover
 
Hold her
I’m craving palms like my own, sir 
I don’t need jagged edged answers from you 
Or silly boys to tell me what to do 
 
It’s getting colder
I hope you’re here when I get older 
If I’m not frozen from the corners of time in Ibiza 
A higher power wasn’t meant for me 

Creases on your palms separate like the channels 
If they lead me to France whatever would I know 
I need you here now sailing a strait towards Barcelona 
Your finger patterns to beats, time means so much to me 

Creases on your palms separate like the channels 
If they lead me to France whatever would I know 
I need you here now sailing a strait towards Barcelona 
Your finger patterns to beats, time means so much to me

Metacarpus

Metacarpus (prod. mill creek)

I live in pain for other people happiness

im a little nuts ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪
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Metacarpus (prod. mill creek)

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