Aug 2014
I've run miles,
upon miles,
trying to forget how you smiled
and for every time I called you mine,
I'm trying to bleed you from my spine.
upon miles,
trying to forget how you smiled
and for every time I called you mine,
I'm trying to bleed you from my spine.
"And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones"
Engine Driver - The Decemberists
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones"
Engine Driver - The Decemberists
