Chrissy

Could you love me, like you think you are, this way of being, look at you I groan, do you ride shooting stars, has my plane flown, a few drinks, a glossy evening, standing at the bar, please God set me free, you’re no one's loan, a cab without a fare, are you coming home, I won’t create a scene, even if your eyes are scared, don't be afraid, it must be my tone, it’s really not that far, another winter gone, my new Caesar ?