I wish I could say I was sand that slipped through your fingertips, but baby that's a truth for someone else.
You let me go.
You would rather be loved on hazy nights than for all the forever's I could promise you. You wanted love, you just didn't want me.
This is our truth.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 10:11 PM UTC
I wish I could say I was sand that slipped through your fingertips, but baby that's a truth for someone else.
You let me go.
You would rather be loved on hazy nights than for all the forever's I could promise you. You wanted love, you just didn't want me.
This is our truth.