It's you
I have to be honest with you...
I think about you a lot. In the morning, when I wake up. At the end of my day, right before I go to sleep. And during the day in between everything. It's you...
Him&I
He's out his head, I'm out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it's him and I
Everything is eventually going to come to an end, life, our existence, the universe and things existing in general. so how does it make you feel that literally, nothing really matters?