COME WITH ME!

WE TOOK A BACK ROAD, WE’RE GONNA LOOK AT THE STARS. WE TOOK A BACK ROAD IN MY CAR. DOWN TO THE OCEAN, IT’S ONLY WATER AND SAND AND IN THE OCEAN WE’LL HOLD HANDS. BUT I DON’T REALLY LIKE YOU APOLOGETICALLY DRESSED IN THE BEST BUT ON A HEARTBEAT GLIDE. WITHOUT AN ANSWER, THE THUNDER SPEAKS FOR THE SKY AND ON THE COLD WET DIRT I CRY. AND ON THE COLD WET DIRT I CRY.

DON’T YOU WANT TO COME WITH ME? DON’T YOU WANT TO FEEL MY BONES ON YOUR BONES? IT’S ONLY NATURAL.

(Source: whereisthecoool)