the casualties of summer
we don't even recognize it
-what we had is quickly fading away.
In 5 years I'll think back to today, and wax nostalgic for what little we had left.
This is killing us. (or at least what makes us "us".)
Every day in every way becoming empty spaces with stranger faces.
-what we had is quickly fading away.
In 5 years I'll think back to today, and wax nostalgic for what little we had left.
This is killing us. (or at least what makes us "us".)
Every day in every way becoming empty spaces with stranger faces.