You call me 'walking gym', and I don't correct you. You grab my arm, and I don't pull away. We don't make plans, we don't make promises, but somehow, we always end up here. Again.
You call me 'walking gym', and I don't correct you. You grab my arm, and I don't pull away. We don't make plans, we don't make promises, but somehow, we always end up here. Again.