I sit up and run my tongue over my teeth, studying her, "Ray... I thought we were in agreement. I got all ready and stuff. Please don't give me problems. The day that Nic gets lucky and I don't is going to be the day I die. Now, get over here."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
When I wake, I carefully slip out of bed without waking Rayah and dress. I leave a note on her phone, explaining where I went and that I should be back soon after she wakes, before flashing to a jewelry store and scanning over the rings quickly, hoping to be back before she does arise from her slumber.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Finding one, I pay for it and flash back to the apartment. I dress down again and remove the note from her phone, slipping in beside her and wrapping an arm around her stomach.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
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