if these sheets were the states, and you were miles away,
i'd fold them end over end to bring you closer to me.
i settle for long distance calls,
i'm lost in empty pillow talk again.
taaaaaaaaaaaaaaak się cieszę, że znowu cię mam. 824km stąd, ale, kurwa, mam.
collisions of a finer love, i'd kill for one more way
to tell you how you make me better every day