i tried to say goodbye
scilence is all i hear in my empty house.
and i could write you a letter, fill it up with all things that don't matter... but why waste your time? and when the sunsets you can see it reflect off the ocean. and the only disturbence is the crashing of waves. and ocassionaly i'll pick up a pen to write (what color should i use? light blue, pink, purple, green, black, or red?) but my hand will be frozen on the page. and i'll pick up the phone to call you, and i'll dial your number but i'll get scared and hang up. i can hear the rain pounding on the windows. and i know that a thunderstorm isn't far away (maybe just around the corner). and i'll flood my ears with loud music trying to drown out thoughts that i have of you, but it's only temporary. but what happens when the storm blows over, and the sunrises again? i guess it's a never ending cycle of beating myself up to write you the perfect letter.
the stars seem broken
and i could write you a letter, fill it up with all things that don't matter... but why waste your time? and when the sunsets you can see it reflect off the ocean. and the only disturbence is the crashing of waves. and ocassionaly i'll pick up a pen to write (what color should i use? light blue, pink, purple, green, black, or red?) but my hand will be frozen on the page. and i'll pick up the phone to call you, and i'll dial your number but i'll get scared and hang up. i can hear the rain pounding on the windows. and i know that a thunderstorm isn't far away (maybe just around the corner). and i'll flood my ears with loud music trying to drown out thoughts that i have of you, but it's only temporary. but what happens when the storm blows over, and the sunrises again? i guess it's a never ending cycle of beating myself up to write you the perfect letter.
the stars seem broken