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you were broken-hearted and the world was too
you make a fool of death with your beauty and for a moment i forget to worry
i want a space to watch things grow but did i dream too big? do i have to let it go?
sometimes i think it's gettin' better and then it gets much worse. is it just part of the process?
be careful what it takes, for what i've seen so far, the good ones always seem to break
you were the one i treated the worst only because you loved me the most
i drink too much coffee and think of you often in a city where reality has long been forgotten
try and fill us with your hate and we will shine a light
and in a moment of joy and fury i threw myself from the balcony like my grandmother so many years before me
if tomorrow it's all over at least we had it for a moment