I ripped every ounce of you out of my brain, but I still couldn’t feel lighter, I dried my tears with a paper glass, the ones that you shaped, see I thought loving you would have been a relief, but it only gave me grief, deep at night my cracked heart is still calling you,
but yours, has been on voicemail for way too long
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 4:26 AM UTC
I ripped every ounce of you out of my brain, but I still couldn’t feel lighter, I dried my tears with a paper glass, the ones that you shaped, see I thought loving you would have been a relief, but it only gave me grief, deep at night my cracked heart is still calling you,
but yours, has been on voicemail for way too long
