You don't do it on purpose, but you make me shake
Now I count the hours until you wake
With your babies breath breathe symphonies
COME ON SWEET CATASTROPHE
Well, maybe this time I can follow through
I can feel complete, stop paying dues
Stop the rain from falling, keep my ocean calm
This time I know nothing's wrong.
Uggggggghhhh... boys = catastrophic.
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