If it’s not risky, it’s not romantic.
If it’s not risky, it’s not romantic.
Bloody hell, mega melody block for this chorus but here’s the first verse of a new song I’m working on.
We turned the red light on.
You promised not to tell.
You know me oh so well.
You know me oh so well.
We’re habit if nothing else.
Such a familiar smell.
You know me oh so well.
You know me oh so well.
Kaleidoscopic water tower
(via justkatieokay)
So, new years eve 3 friends and I went to our first loungerie party and I’m writing a song about what I observed from that night. Haha.
(A verse is all I have thus far. ;D)
It started with a germ
From a boy to a girl
From the boy to the girl through the mouth.
From there to the tongue
To the brain, to the floor,
Yeah everyone’s making out.
The idea is simple:
Make love to sticky people
Sticky, sticky, situations, yeah.
I may be a weirdo,
But here we all are heroes.
Everybody’s sharing something now…