you were never too late, too slow to start, to take advantage of a boy with a broken heart who kept trying hard. In reverie I see the real you. Come home
Looks like were holding hands, who knows exactly what this all could be... All I know is that I feel fine when I pretend your mine and you lie close
you were never too late, too slow to start, to take advantage of a boy with a broken heart who kept trying hard. In reverie I see the real you. Come
