Burning matches just for the smell and crying into the wind
These abandoned buildings can only house so many abandoned children
How could I ever be lonely when I’m under the freezing moon
All of us staring Into its blue.
life is drifting by like fog
a constant haze over the fields that surround this paper town
Im scared I’ll grow out of this place
So I’ll seek asylum in melancholic feelings.
Dying to stay here,
Living to leave.