The Format - A Mess To Be Made
In a dream that i cant seem to shake she is, she is standing alone by the fence i see tears in her eyes why she crys i just
Dont know what a mess that i make of my days then theres you, youre a mess to be made, a mess to be made and the dream
Starts to fade away so youre leaving for months at a time, i help you out the door but once youre gone i just stare out the