LOVE.
we're souvenirs we buried the bars they bend in the wind, we laugh and return we patron the saint i go on and go off in english enough, no more we cry under our breath. i though that i might start to smoke just so i have somewhere to put my hands when time unplans. affairs i couldn't care. i'n not afraid to love someone for all my life 'till it comes undone, when we catch our deaths and the continets come, we keep speaking of course it's so good to know that i'm not afraid i'm not afraid, i'm not afraid.