Tekst:
Good Morning Milo

You?re the perfect confrontational excuse of mine. Silence keeps us alive. Sugar-coating every parting of my lips down. No use, no point to ever make

Summer kisses autumn from behind. I wish the heat we had would remind you of how devoted I can be to your eyes as they stare at me, loving what they

I never meant to expose you but you look so good sitting on my sleeve. My need for control battling my need to feel body heat. Dreaming the impossible