Jules

All my white tees have Rorschachs But I clean up well Like a kid I wrote your name down, in my notebook I want two hands Form a net to catch a gal I'm really sweet on Light a candle at the slightest provocation We speak code like Lime Oscar Victor Echo Under hoodies raining let's go Speak your language to me I am listening to you These short nights are cruel to me Air feels lighter when you’re around Walk through the club with snipers breath Grew a little crest now I'm restless I want whats good for you You want whats good for me I want whats good for you You want whats good for me