the best lullaby is the sound of the city
Ten years down the road I’ll be cleanin’ out my closet, getting rid of old clothes I reach behind my winter coat And I stumble upon shoeboxes filled with old ghosts Why did I hang onto your pictures Why did I hang onto that dress Cuz it kills me to see you, but it kills me not to It kills me to remember and it kills me to forget So I suppose you’ll be in every song I sing If not written in my...
written between then and now
It was a beautiful feeling. To look up at the stars and picture them smiling down on you, winking with their glimmering eyes as they approved of you. That for once you can find someone who was sharing the same picture but wasn’t afraid to take their eyes of something mesmerizing and focus on you like you’re the only beautiful thing in their sight. To feel the sun on your skin with every touch,...