Where do they all go the unspoken words Do they melt, into nothingness burning in the backs of our throats Or delve into the blue deepness of our thoughts a sunken treasure I think they hitch rides with the hopeless and the heartbroken Sitting heavy on shoulders
And I'm walking with the weight of the world and I'm walking with the weight of the world
your shirt, decorated with polka dots and bananas, it smells like your house, like your room, thank you for letting me borrow it. it's adorable it's cute it's wonderful