Miranda کے بول

There's just enough bright lights for me to see where we are you faked poetry and i faked a running car. O, miranda, You're so careful bout your regrets You expect the air but always breathe less. Cast away in this two-bit town, and i don't blame you; But i could kiss the ground for stayin. You talk a lot about your father, yeah, I guess he knows you. Eight-year old flowers, faucets, And good escapes from bad maids. O, miranda, don't run out of loose takes. O, miranda, don't run out. I wanted to believe in all the magic of your surrogate affections. While you're breathin down my neck, you'll always be my favorite misconception. Na na na.