Then he stuffs his hands into the pocket of his jacket,
Says that I have nothing left to be sorry for
And I want to tell him about love and all of this
As I watch his brown eyes lock into place
Like a sniper who holds his breath as he looks down the barrel
Preparing to watch a bullet fly through its target and land God knows where
And that’s what physicists call “Newton’s Fourth Law Of
All of This
Says that I have nothing left to be sorry for
And I want to tell him about love and all of this
As I watch his brown eyes lock into place
Like a sniper who holds his breath as he looks down the barrel
Preparing to watch a bullet fly through its target and land God knows where
And that’s what physicists call “Newton’s Fourth Law Of
