i put up a wall of feathers
so it's so easy for you to break it down i filled up a suitcase of nevers no longer a word now, never's just a sound i must like the pain of together much more than the fear of being apart sometimes i feel like a broken record over over again and again and again stop breaking my heart stop breaking my heart, stop breaking my heart oh, a wind will blow knock down our home feathers will fly, and i'll wonder why i never built with stone i put on my pi's and your sweater cause baby these days that's about as close as i get to you i think of the good days when things were better i think of the new ways that i could get through i put down my weapons and surrendor each new day beckons a clean slate and if i kept them i would just remember why it was i picked them up in the first place
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