There is nothing quite,
Like being somewhere that you’re,
Not supposed to be.
(hiding, backwards inside of me. I feel so unafraid. Annie… hold me a little tighter. I might just… Slip. away.)
There is nothing quite,
Like being somewhere that you’re,
Not supposed to be.
(hiding, backwards inside of me. I feel so unafraid. Annie… hold me a little tighter. I might just… Slip. away.)