Forgive
me;
I'm trying to find;
My calling, I'm calling at night;
I don't mean to be a bother;
But have you seen this girl?
She's been running through my dreams;
And it's driving me crazy, it seems;
I'm going to ask her to marry me.
Even though she doesn't believe in love;
He's determined to call her bluff;
Who could deny these butterflies?
They're filling his gut.
Waking the neighbors, unfamiliar faces;
He pleads though he tries;
But he's only denied;
Now
he's
dying
to get
inside.
All Time Low - Remembering
Sunday.
