I.
You will never be sure of the correct manner in which to exist and you
will stumble over every line every
time you open your mouth and your
mumbles are honey.
II.
You are never quite right about what is expected of you and you
are always convinced someone is being hurt because you've
gone and done them wrong and yet you have done more
right by me than anyone I have ever known.
III.
It's alright you're falling into my arms you're falling into my
arms you're not falling apart.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 10:50 PM UTC
I.
You will never be sure of the correct manner in which to exist and you
will stumble over every line every
time you open your mouth and your
mumbles are honey.
II.
You are never quite right about what is expected of you and you
are always convinced someone is being hurt because you've
gone and done them wrong and yet you have done more
right by me than anyone I have ever known.
III.
It's alright you're falling into my arms you're falling into my
arms you're not falling apart.
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