this is how it feels to not believe
Sunday marks 1 year.
from the back of your big brown eyes i knew you'd be gone as soon as you could and i hoped you would we could see that you weren't yourself and the lines on your face did tell it's just as well you'd never be yourself again saw you last night dance by the light of the moon stars in your eyes free from the life that you knew you're the magic that holds the sky up from the ground you're the breath that blows these cool winds 'round trading places with an angel now
I hope it rains. So I can sit in bed and talk about feelings.