19 years old, girlfriend, football, punk rock, guitar, friends.
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.
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
Sometimes you need a good fuck.