all those places and all those faces come flooding back in the dead of night

[thisisa_forgery]

Come December Lydia left
Mentioned something about it being for the best
And I can't say I disagree
It's killing me
And now I'm standing facing west
Tracing my fingers round her silhouette
I haven't gotten used to it
But it's the brightest thing I've got
When I'm covered in rain
i am not over it.