The Jazz Age

My room versus your room my heart versus your heart my hands versus your hands my light versus your dark my dreams versus your dreams my clothes versus your clothes my memories versus your memories my ID versus your ID my mouth versus your mouth my N

Lolita Elle My elle was kicking back Said "Honey, must you drive so fast?" We were young and high as summer I knew it couldn't last... Taking the mountain pass She smiled and said "you know... Love like ours is as doomed and stained as snow