she hates jazz music. she loves how cold metals feel. she believes in one thing. that is nothing she would believe in. she hates the Internet. she daydreams. she eats rose petals, too. she lives in soho. she is a painter. the guy on the 13th floor fell in love with her on the first night she rang his doorbell at eleven ten. he said hi and told her his name was Ted. he played David Bowie and asked her if she liked their music. she said she did. maybe she knew she was in love with someone.
your hair your eyes your old Levi's when we kiss, I'm hypnotized you made me laugh, you made me cry, but I guess that's both I'll have to buy your hand in mine when we're intertwined, everything's alright i wanna be with the one I know and the seventh thing I like the most that you do you make me love you