Gymopédie à la PocketFreud

You know why

I've been here all this time

Lost in the art of you

Caught up in all of you

And you know why

I just won't leave you behind

Lost in the art of you

I'm caught up in all of you

Sunrise over the eastern bay and

I can't help but wonder what you'll be doing today

Another sunset passes without you

How can I hope to continue

Without you (dim)

My understanding of the womanly perspective is a limited assessment, so please don't try to mess with my views, and what I know is the truth, cause if I know it to be true then I'm gonna do it to you, and if I do it to you well obviously I expect you to do it to me too.

Every morning when I wake up and I wonder where you're at, my heart bleeding, telling myself to just keep breathing and think about something else, at least until this evening

And every day I get off late I know you're still at work, should I stop in for a quick spin and a chat afterwards? Ass backwards, mixing up my ad words and ad verbs, but it don't matter long as I get to hear some of that golden laughter I'll be good

But I won't give up on you

I won't give up on us

I won't