You’re my satellite
You’re riding with me tonight
Passenger side, lighting the sky
Always the first star that I find
You’re my satellite [x]
Circle me and the needle moves gracefully,
Back and forth, if my heart was a compass you’d be North.
Risk it all cause I’ll catch you if you fall,
Wherever you go, if my heart was a house you’d be home.
For this asshole and her opposing ship taste Happy (late) Birthday.