You’re a drop of permanence
Left as a stain
I knew it was coming
I held on by a thread
Waiting for time to cut you loose
I want to promise myself
That this won’t last
I want to promise you
That it can still be us
Somewhere in a distant place
That it will let us be
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC
You’re a drop of permanence
Left as a stain
I knew it was coming
I held on by a thread
Waiting for time to cut you loose
I want to promise myself
That this won’t last
I want to promise you
That it can still be us
Somewhere in a distant place
That it will let us be
