Siting quietly at the
crowded station.
Waiting for
this feeling
to stop racing like
a train.
On the tracks of my strung out heart.
I'm trying to forget your name.
Just let me get my drink on
and
I
should
be good on that.
Colder than January's breathe,
the silence of our empty room
has made me bitter.
January's Breathe. I'm cold cause you left my heart open.
Mar 14, 2012
Mar 14, 2012 at 6:14 PM UTC
Siting quietly at the
crowded station.
Waiting for
this feeling
to stop racing like
a train.
On the tracks of my strung out heart.
I'm trying to forget your name.
Just let me get my drink on
and
I
should
be good on that.
Colder than January's breathe,
the silence of our empty room
has made me bitter.
January's Breathe. I'm cold cause you left my heart open.
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