No I’m not saying I’m sorry, one day maybe we’ll meet again.
Closer to the edge.
The chemistry between liars like you and me;
Iridescentmind; nient'altro che un'ingenua ragazza, un cuore di briciole di muffin e pantaloni da biscotti."E il blu oltremare delle nostre anime assiderate,
che se avevi gli occhi lucidi era per la congiuntivite."
Iridescentmind; nothing but a naïve girl, a muffin bits made up heart and cookie pants.
"And the ultramarine blue of our frostbitten souls,
if you had glistening eyes it was just due to conjunctivitis."
Where I slept above the coast;
And dreamt I had become a ghost.*
