It's all a choice
The simple things
Car parks full with disgust
You breath at which the rhythm you bring
I'm growing older
And this house isn't getting any colder
I'm growing up
And this life isn't what it once meant to me
The picnics and benches
They rise and they fall
Seasides and sandcastles
We sat on the wall
Together, and now its OK
We stare aimlessly and talk everyday
You never did
But I missed you today
It's in the pragmatics
The air and the semantics
Ribbons leashed to my tongue
Hopelessly inadequate hapless passionate
Stretched, quick, gone now, faded
I see you on the mind of other peoples faces
Now it's just dissolution
Diluted into an illusion
I'd watch my step
Because it's going off further than the edge
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
It's all a choice
The simple things
Car parks full with disgust
You breath at which the rhythm you bring
I'm growing older
And this house isn't getting any colder
I'm growing up
And this life isn't what it once meant to me
The picnics and benches
They rise and they fall
Seasides and sandcastles
We sat on the wall
Together, and now its OK
We stare aimlessly and talk everyday
You never did
But I missed you today
It's in the pragmatics
The air and the semantics
Ribbons leashed to my tongue
Hopelessly inadequate hapless passionate
Stretched, quick, gone now, faded
I see you on the mind of other peoples faces
Now it's just dissolution
Diluted into an illusion
I'd watch my step
Because it's going off further than the edge
2011
