teenage fools

Lost in love, maybe so.

I dance in busy streets and look at the sky wondering were all the stars went, and I think I've came to conclude they all fell from the sky into your eyes maybe that's why they shine so bright and drag me closer to you every night and We found ourselves drinking cheap coffee always and sleeping under bridges
(even if we had a house to go to, but sometimes a house isn't a home so bridges here we come)
We stole books and underlined every metaphor we could find as we always read between the lines
We did all these things but barely spoke because why do we need to speak when all the words I need to hear are held in his eyes