my heart nearly stopped every time i had to cross the street so let’s thank the queen for writing it down before she’s just another thing i have to step over all the rest have tickled my feet so far and everything under construction reminds me that these days the only remedy seems to be better luck and more cloud cover
i’ve been racing to crash on the couch just to wake up to see if i have time for it all and i want the stereotype to be true so i have nothing to cry about with the way things are going you’d tell me not to be so brutal to myself but the thrill i used to know is now paying its dues to the concrete
i was almost convinced i wasn’t asleep when she whispered paris nothing, everything may have changed so this is not like anything i’ve never meant:
my heart nearly stopped with the regret of not talking to you it's hard killing birds when you don't have any stones and besides this time i think i've really done it two days and this is already my favorite story but second chances don't have to be so mysterious maybe i just wanted to see you smile again
i should have said it w/o one of and the s after the L still choosing o over x and your pull showed my hands a home in the back of your denim two across the channel makes the significant not so, if you want it i’ll keep looking for you so long as you don’t stop drawing me maps
if i died in my indecision then your mouth showed me heaven you’re the closest thing to purpose i’ve ever tasted
Fighting an everlasting battle That no one can win I've been holding my ground But I've forgotten what my footprints look like and the pattern at the bottom of my shoe when I've made progress