It's a single tear, lip bite, look away, stomach ache, kind of day.
My memories could tear us apart but I prefer to reassure myself with hope
It's a feeling feelings, making lunch, slow song swinging, kind of day.
Singing along makes me feel less alone, silver skies let go in unison
It's rain city, umbrella bump, holding hands and letting go, kind of day.
Wondrous limbs tangle in my mind, something feels stuck in my throat
It's a realize that someone else's hands will never make me feel more alive than yours do kind of day.
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 9:02 PM UTC
It's a single tear, lip bite, look away, stomach ache, kind of day.
My memories could tear us apart but I prefer to reassure myself with hope
It's a feeling feelings, making lunch, slow song swinging, kind of day.
Singing along makes me feel less alone, silver skies let go in unison
It's rain city, umbrella bump, holding hands and letting go, kind of day.
Wondrous limbs tangle in my mind, something feels stuck in my throat
It's a realize that someone else's hands will never make me feel more alive than yours do kind of day.
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