(no subject)
It feels as if my heart's fallen asleep within me. Pins and needles of the chest.
There’s a place in time that only we’ve been shown,
Made up of two parts body and one collective soul,
Filled with simple things that remind us of home,
For times when we can’t intersect our long and winding roads.
In a small town baby it’s a race to make it out,
But when nothing ever changes, it’s a battle not to drown.
I know you love/hate this place just as much as me,
Still you’re not the type to settle ‘till you’ve explored your seven seas.
For that, I wish away rough waters and pray for your peace of mind,
But I got no shame in sayin’ sailor, I think we should have had more time.
There’s a place in time that only we’ve been shown,
Made up of two parts body and one collective soul,
Filled with simple things that remind us of home,
For times when we can’t intersect our long and winding roads.
In a small town baby it’s a race to make it out,
But when nothing ever changes, it’s a battle not to drown.
I know you love/hate this place just as much as me,
Still you’re not the type to settle ‘till you’ve explored your seven seas.
For that, I wish away rough waters and pray for your peace of mind,
But I got no shame in sayin’ sailor, I think we should have had more time.