up? the worst kind of club.
did you know that every day, though i'm still embarrassed to say, you're my first thought when i wake up? please don't ever ask me why i can't ever help but sigh when i see you. will you turn up? and if i save myself as you slip under, what will i have left as i'm on house arrest? and if i pay no mind to all their thunder, where will i end up? the worst kind of club. taking one last look around this house that saw us pulled apart, never even start. and as i lock the door and drop the key under 