That awkward moment when you think, maybe you weren't meant to travel so much.
When no matter where you end up, all that you can think about is one place.
The problem occurs when the only person that you can think about isn't in that place.
6 from 1 &,
half a' dozen from another.
My life steps back from time;
Into a void without my lover.
Bring me back to life;
Take me from the weeds.
My world is solid brown;
When it used to be so green.
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 1:50 PM UTC
That awkward moment when you think, maybe you weren't meant to travel so much.
When no matter where you end up, all that you can think about is one place.
The problem occurs when the only person that you can think about isn't in that place.
6 from 1 &,
half a' dozen from another.
My life steps back from time;
Into a void without my lover.
Bring me back to life;
Take me from the weeds.
My world is solid brown;
When it used to be so green.
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