Art And Nicotine

No more starting over. I found my home.

Notes

Maybe blue eyes are more my style/I don’t know, but I’m willing to try/And maybe I’m dumb for making you smile/I don’t know but I will in a while/We passed the graveyard holding our breaths/We better kiss, we’re getting closer to death/”Don’t wanna miss you, it’s all in our heads”/she said, “It’s all in our heads.”