19 years old, girlfriend, football, punk rock, guitar, friends.


every morning.

My words have no use when I talk to the ceiling, but at least they keep me calm.
I can’t talk to you because you are still sleeping, your only response is your harmonic breathing.
At least you keep me warm
Untill I fall asleep.

I’ll never know either.

We’ll never know, we’ll never know

I gave my hand but you let it go

We could race the world or take it slow

Travel far or stay real close

run together or on our own

End up high when we start below

enlight a flame when it starts to snow

But you’ve let it go, we’ll never know