Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey.
Water, water, water.
Sleep.Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey.
Wake up, shake it off,
and repeat.
John Mayer
Hold on to me.
Walking back from your house,
Walking on the moon.
You can be sure
That it will only get better.
You’re making sense.
I feel like I’ve known you for a very long time now. And I still like you.
I am my mother’s only one
It’s enough
Let’s walk these streets.
You’re very easy to get used to, but impossible to forget.
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