… I wake up after one of our rows again, drenched in sweat.
… I listen to heart it races by architecture in Helsinki.
But I just roll over and go back to sleep, and my heart still races, just not for you.
… I wake up after one of our rows again, drenched in sweat.
… I listen to heart it races by architecture in Helsinki.
But I just roll over and go back to sleep, and my heart still races, just not for you.