Did you ever notice how easy it is to count the branches of bare trees?
For the longest time I couldn't tell if it was autumn or spring with you
Because whenever my happiness began to bloom
You would send a chill up my spine
Cracking my skull and breaking my spirit
Telling me everything would be alright
If I just kept believing you.
But what's the point in living
When you can't tell if it's becoming progressively frigid or humid outside?
Leafs are falling in reverse
No wait
They're stapled onto the branches.
Sitting in the painted green grass
Like hay under my feet,
you look up at me
smiling because now, there is no cause to think fall will ever come.
It was always spring with you.
It would always rain hardest
When you cut my tear ducts open
And washed the blood from your hands
With whatever spilled out.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 11:27 AM UTC
Did you ever notice how easy it is to count the branches of bare trees?
For the longest time I couldn't tell if it was autumn or spring with you
Because whenever my happiness began to bloom
You would send a chill up my spine
Cracking my skull and breaking my spirit
Telling me everything would be alright
If I just kept believing you.
But what's the point in living
When you can't tell if it's becoming progressively frigid or humid outside?
Leafs are falling in reverse
No wait
They're stapled onto the branches.
Sitting in the painted green grass
Like hay under my feet,
you look up at me
smiling because now, there is no cause to think fall will ever come.
It was always spring with you.
It would always rain hardest
When you cut my tear ducts open
And washed the blood from your hands
With whatever spilled out.
