Can you hear the night creeping over the land? Can you see the darkness eating up the day? Can you smell the warm fire consuming the wood? Can you drink the cold wind flowing past you? Can you hold the nights starry sky?
Your hoodie still hangs in the back of my closet...
It's been there for months
But i cant bring myself to throw it out It's the only thing that still smells Of your sweet cologne and shampoo, The cigarette smoke and green smoke too
It holds the memories of your hand
And when i see it I'm looking into your face again, as you say "I love you" Something so often done that I'll never again see you do
