Friday, March 30, 2012
Sometimes my heart is so heavy that I can barely leave the floor.
And sometimes I'm so unprepared for the things that leave my own mouth that I want to take them back immediately.
How do you move forward when there is no more waiting to be done?
How do you say goodbye to the things you don't want to let go?
Wtf does "being strong" even mean?
There ain't a street in this town that I ain't walked
And I know them like I know your face
But they're here and you're not and it's my luck
That I can't go to sleep without you