*as the music takes control of two lonely people
we danced through these months
with bruised feet and
****** toes.
as the year comes to an end we pick old broken glass
from our fingers to leave them in the sun.
lets not forget sober sunsets
and intoxicated rises.
as a new one comes so does the end.
so let's say our goodbyes now
and maybe leave a piece in -
for two thousand
and thirteen.*
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC
*as the music takes control of two lonely people
we danced through these months
with bruised feet and
****** toes.
as the year comes to an end we pick old broken glass
from our fingers to leave them in the sun.
lets not forget sober sunsets
and intoxicated rises.
as a new one comes so does the end.
so let's say our goodbyes now
and maybe leave a piece in -
for two thousand
and thirteen.*
