Neverending White Lights Age Of Consent
Won't you please let me go
These words lie inside they hurt me so
I'm not the kind who likes to tell you just what you want me to
You're not the kind who needs to tell me about the birds and the bees
I saw you this morning I thought that you might like to know
I received your message in full a few days ago
Do you find this happens all of the time?
Crucial point one day becomes a crime
I've lost you
