White wood floors
Wide ocean doors
Man, I thought I loved you
Knew how to get home
outta those trees we loved to roam
Maaaan…I thought I loved you
burned our cottage to the ground
forced to give up on our hound
oh how I thought I loved you
So we walked arm in arm
contants calls to the alarm
oh how you dared to love me.
-Js
VA --> NYC, bit nomadic.