I write when I'm depressed.
I'm in love with a girl who has dots on her arm - her scars are so tiny
she loves without question and grew my obsession with running away
I met her by proxy, she was looking for a friend, She needed some lovin,
she offered her hand and we went on a date to a bathroom stall
I knew she loved me back, I could tell by the way she agreed
She kept smiling like that day would never happen again
It's a thank you, for being so kind, for never questioning
Her comfort is and always was warmer than her.
I'm in love with a girl who has dots on her arm - her scars are so tiny
she loves without question and grew my obsession with running away
I met her by proxy, she was looking for a friend, She needed some lovin,
she offered her hand and we went on a date to a bathroom stall
I knew she loved me back, I could tell by the way she agreed
She kept smiling like that day would never happen again
It's a thank you, for being so kind, for never questioning
Her comfort is and always was warmer than her.
