Well let's go back to the middle of the day that starts it all I can't begin to let you know just what I'm feeling And well red ones make me fly and the blue ones help me fall And i think ill blow my brains against the ceiling โ ๏ธ
Well let's go back to the middle of the day that starts it all
I can't begin to let you know just what I'm feeling
And well red ones make me fly and the blue ones help me fall
And i think ill blow my brains against the ceiling โ ๏ธ