Now I'm not the one for the past but when these lines rush back downhill, you can't run.

The first time you're in California you remember three things, the ocean, the person, and the faint sun.

When we crash land on our pillows we can only puff up our feathers hoping to mate again like the doves do.

Even though it won't be my hand, I hope you find somebody that loves you.

That smile should be there even if I can't see it.

Less disappointed in the down more disappointed I couldn't knee it.

Breakups are the only time a goodbye shouldn't mean see you later.

I'm healed, you just taught me tears and thoughts leave beautiful marks on paper.

In case you may need it, Good luck young woman

we really, we really had something.