Sunday promises
I cannot wait till eight
and black is black
and white is white
You can't escape your troubled mind
She is climbing in the sea
She is swimming in the trees
And everyday is just the last
Time that I see you
And darling, I need a place to stay
Does your pocket have any space?
Send me into bed and under the sheets
and I heard somewhere
That our lips want to meet
and I made you a coat out of rain
I made it with the hell in my veins
The words that I should have said
That go in the back of my head
and you can leave if you want
Just leave your little hands with me
You don't need it and I don't want it
I don't need it and you don't want it
Signed: Teenage Love
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