summer nights spent in the backyard
the sounds of the radio mix with our laughter
the smell of the burning fire rises up in the air
i feel happy
3am trying to carry you to bed
the sounds of your cries keep me awake
the smell of cigarettes and alcohol on your breath is nothing new
i feel scared
late nights driving through graveyards
the only sound is that of our breathing
the smell of dust and dirt fills my lungs
i feel tired
early mornings spent alone
the sound of you snoring soundly echoes through the walls
the smell of burnt toast lingers in the air
i feel abandoned
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 3:45 AM UTC
summer nights spent in the backyard
the sounds of the radio mix with our laughter
the smell of the burning fire rises up in the air
i feel happy
3am trying to carry you to bed
the sounds of your cries keep me awake
the smell of cigarettes and alcohol on your breath is nothing new
i feel scared
late nights driving through graveyards
the only sound is that of our breathing
the smell of dust and dirt fills my lungs
i feel tired
early mornings spent alone
the sound of you snoring soundly echoes through the walls
the smell of burnt toast lingers in the air
i feel abandoned
