i'm britta. no, not like the filter. i'm a hopeless romantic. i was born in 85, you do the math.
you keep telling me i'm beautiful i feel a little less so each time your love is so colorful it flashes like a neon sign but i finally drove out where the sky is dark enough to see stars and i found i miss no one just listenin' to the swishin' of distant cars
oh, i hope i never see the ocean again pushing and pulling at me as i go deeper and deeper in 'til i'm so far from my shore so far from what i came here for i let your surround me i let you down me out with your din then i learned how to swim
i was floating above myself watching her do just what you wanted poor little friendly ghost wondering why her whole house feels haunted