when i bolted out the door
you bolted up yours
but i listened to Bayside and got lost in a lighthouse dream
under phases of the moon you'd been my milestone love
already
and now our past is a perfect story,
a pessimistic fairytale told by some people with dark eyes
and sentiment all too familiar.
the color of my love's fruit has changed.
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 11:51 AM UTC
when i bolted out the door
you bolted up yours
but i listened to Bayside and got lost in a lighthouse dream
under phases of the moon you'd been my milestone love
already
and now our past is a perfect story,
a pessimistic fairytale told by some people with dark eyes
and sentiment all too familiar.
the color of my love's fruit has changed.
and lots and lots of mayday parade