Head And Heart Are Spinning Testo

Testo Head And Heart Are Spinning

Closer weeks for words
You the patient carry
But for what's it worth
My head and heart are spinning

I don't think anyone else
Understands you like I do

The second I close the door
For me the guilt is maddening
I'm mixing metaphors
Make myself the enemy

I don't have anyone else
That I know I can turn to, but you