822
The place where you belong.
My love grabbed my arm, wrapped it around her shoulder, tucked herself against my side and whispered, “822, just where I belong.”
822
If 411 is information, then too much information is 822.
"So, I was at the mall and this guy got sick at the food court and he threw up over this little old lady with a walker, then this kid saw the puke and he threw up all over his baby brother and..."
"Whoah man, like 822."
"Whoah man, like 822."
822
For home is where the heart is
And my heart is anywhere you are
Anywhere you are is home
And that is where I belong
And my heart is anywhere you are
Anywhere you are is home
And that is where I belong
I belong with you 822 ☯️
822
This is where I belong…
I know it…
How to get there….
I know it…
How to get there….
822..I ❤️you