Sep 01, 2007 11:17
ive left my things on the kitchen floor, i was left without thoughts
pictures stain your mind,
and im not giving up without a fight.
i lie so cosy between these bedroom gosts,
now isnt that a cause for conversation
but they'll pretend to find it amusing anyway
the doubt of the weather makes me reconcider
but the light is so clear tonight
ill do as it was done before
hope of faith, to let it grow
do you want to know what hurts the most?
that the endurance of the past makes me forget, that
the battle lasts forever
we should have run while we could.
then id still remeber.
sleeper of the morning time
its all happening without you
tell me everything twice, over again
cause i love it when i pretend to laugh
again.
tell him im sorry, for the memories we made.
I think ive left the draws open.
if you promise me you wont forget
i wont.x