You don't know what love is.
This is what love is:
I'm sleeping in the backseat
as Carter drives us
Wish I could hold you in my arms like I hold you in my mind
...i’ve got a story; it’s almost finished.. now all i need is someone to tell it to—maybe that’s you. .... you should just be here; be with me here. it doesn’t seem there’s hope for me—i let you down.. but i won’t give in now, not for any amount.
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map