It was to heavy for her for lift, or for anyone to really lift.
She couldn't keep her thoughts straight in her head, so just had non at all.
The hours went here and there and she could care less what day it was.

She always wondered how he was to others, She always listed how others thought of him...

But to her he was nothing but

The ghost dancing in the corner of her eyes at night,
Smoke that she couldn't help but to breathe in her lungs,
The everlasting wormth that soothed her shaking hands,
A sweet sound that put all the screaming voices to rest,
He was the precious mercy that gave her the grace to live,

Every hard choice made,
Comes from an even harder place.

Can you imagine
I haven't been able to
see past a day in so long
I just thought about
What we would do
And where we would go
And it was nice, simple
But it felt like there
Was magic in it
Like I can move the horizan

There was always so many thoughts in my head and they were always so loud,
what to do next, why you just did that,
oh no what is he thinking, it fever ended.

But the moment you kissed me my thoughts fell silent and still like the water in the river, calm and at eaise I could breathe you in.

You called me beautiful in the fait light of the street pole, and the next day I thought of only how you had kissed me.

She wasn't lost but
she still wanted to be found,