Sep 2015
Maybe you will always be home to me
and I will always run until my lungs are begging for me to stop
and my throat is a straw.
Maybe I'll become homesick and when I stumble back
You'll be gone
and I will always run until my lungs are begging for me to stop
and my throat is a straw.
Maybe I'll become homesick and when I stumble back
You'll be gone
