Nov 2015
Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere
I stare up at the clouds and wonder what you would see
if you were still looking up with me
I imagine you're looking down now, down at earth, at me
I wonder what your laugh would sound like, grown up
My heart is trying so hard not to break every time I think
of your sweet smile and the rest of my body shakes
The tears don't come any more, not that I was ever one to cry
When night falls
and I see the stars, I look at my wrist and recall how
I had to compose my self enough to tell the artist how
to spell your name
When night falls
the moon is still enough to light up my arm so that
I can trace the script with my fingertips
When night falls
I can't do anything but quietly whisper *"I'm sorry."
**I don't know why I'm the miracle and you're the memory
I stare up at the clouds and wonder what you would see
if you were still looking up with me
I imagine you're looking down now, down at earth, at me
I wonder what your laugh would sound like, grown up
My heart is trying so hard not to break every time I think
of your sweet smile and the rest of my body shakes
The tears don't come any more, not that I was ever one to cry
When night falls
and I see the stars, I look at my wrist and recall how
I had to compose my self enough to tell the artist how
to spell your name
When night falls
the moon is still enough to light up my arm so that
I can trace the script with my fingertips
When night falls
I can't do anything but quietly whisper *"I'm sorry."
**I don't know why I'm the miracle and you're the memory
First line is from "Vanilla Twilight" by Owl City.
I haven't heard that song in forever.
I haven't heard that song in forever.
(27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)
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