I recluse to a mellow mattress and walk into the ever turning turnstile in my mind, built by you.
I go round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round a d round and round for hours
I go round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round a d round and round for hours
Thinking Bout you,
Thinking bout you ,
Thinking bout you, you, you
Your blood orange love, had been mistaken for, the raw and open sore.
I go round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round a d round and round for hours
I go round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round a d round and round for hours
I go round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round a d round and round for hours
Thinking bout you.