Kiss me and Smile for me, tell me that you'll wait for me...
The curse of August is unforgiving. Old friends die, Lovers kiss goodbye, we all smile through the tears on our cheeks and hope for the best; the optimism never arrives in time. Leaves shrivel up and trickle down from knarled branches, a cold wind blowing and we all walk on from our old summer haunts, trying not to look back and failing. I hate you August, we all do.
His words keep me warm at night.
His words keep me warm at night.