We're not miles apart today
maybe at least two
and it angers me that there will be no way of seeing you
We're popping fireworks
hoping you can see them from where you are
and the sound of the gun powdered lights
is the sound my heart makes when it thinks about you.
Lighting sparklers on fire
and spelling your name in bright stars
and watching it end in smoke
just how you end your days.
My mom just told me Red dye number 40 makes kids go crazy
and I'm starting to wonder if that's what my blood is made out of.
My patience is gone
and I've cut my hair.
I've lost count of how many times I've cried today
my parents know it's because of your curly hair and brown eyes
and all i want for Christmas is to see you
but I'm just flirtin' with disaster aren't I?
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
We're not miles apart today
maybe at least two
and it angers me that there will be no way of seeing you
We're popping fireworks
hoping you can see them from where you are
and the sound of the gun powdered lights
is the sound my heart makes when it thinks about you.
Lighting sparklers on fire
and spelling your name in bright stars
and watching it end in smoke
just how you end your days.
My mom just told me Red dye number 40 makes kids go crazy
and I'm starting to wonder if that's what my blood is made out of.
My patience is gone
and I've cut my hair.
I've lost count of how many times I've cried today
my parents know it's because of your curly hair and brown eyes
and all i want for Christmas is to see you
but I'm just flirtin' with disaster aren't I?
just ramblin' on... sorry
