Jul 07, 2008 21:28
6:25
You paced the same steps I drove patterns around the parking lot
Still its all déjà vu but-
Maybe tomorrow ill trust you
I close my eyes
Someone else’s past sings us to sleep and-
Can you read my mind
Like you always seem to do?
Backseat
hair blowing -window gazing freedom
silent as
the radio said the words we couldn’t find
Perched over the city
You were scared but we were infinite
And I swear if I jumped that night
I would have flown