Aug 26, 2005 19:11
if i write u one more letter
promise not to smugde the lips
will u check the mail at morning
cut the paper into bits
creased white little snowflakes
tumble to the tiled floor
i suoppose that trick's cliche
cuz then u start to lock the door
if the trial fails again
i have no hope of notice then
will you look this way tonight
or never stop to see the fight
the different sound i heard at once
fresh laugher in its bloom
just remember that december
quickly turning to full moon
darkness chokes the bending trees
as shadows cast our ghostly charm
simply close enough for whispers
akward faced but from no harm
if i write u one last letter
in ur pocket to remember
please just leave the dusty sweater
winter coming brings bad weather
how shitty...w/e