— CHAPTER SIX.
Manhattan’s nice, but Malibu nights, you would know if you stay. I miss your smell, your hugs, your touch, everything about you. I miss our drunken 2 A.M strolls in K-TOWN. Your pretty little white lies got me good, thought this was love, it got me misunderstood. Remember last winter, when we went to the grocery store, thinking that this would last forever, now I’m trying to let you go.
Manhattan’s nice, but Malibu nights, you would know if you stay. I miss your smell, your hugs, your touch, everything about you. I miss our drunken 2 A.M strolls in K-TOWN. Your pretty little white lies got me good, thought this was love, it got me misunderstood. Remember last winter, when we went to the grocery store, thinking that this would last forever, now I’m trying to let you go.