The long and the short of it
I can't live if I can't breathe
and
I can't breathe if I don't know
of thee

I left the city. I got drunk. I danced with French guys. I wasted all my summer nights but nothing filled the emptiness you left in me.

Our love has become an old photograph with a lot of memories we tried to keep it but it ripped by the bad times but it's okay i'll always have the best ones with me in my denim jacket like we are 16.

What happened to the summer of daisies and old french songs? She sits in Café de Flore. There’s a Fitzgerald in her lap, yet she can't read 'cause her mind wanders; late nights, summer air, 50s, hazel eyes and the boy once she loved and still loves