brought me back to a time,
when we broke bottles in the parking lot
and slept on each others floors.
we broke bottles on the floor too.
and when you held my hand,
under streetlights,
i almost ran away.
i hate bottles.
telling time
when you blow into a balloon you're only filling it with words,
and i keep sand in my pockets so i don't forget yesterday when it's tomorrow.
high windows on asylumoutside my window,
the city is always breathing,
and i'm more than a little scared.
that shirt you left behind two years ago doesn't even smell like you anymore.
new years
on new years day
we all get a second chance.
maybe today i will change my clothes.
broken machines
the clouds keep moving through the sky-
i'll never be satisfied.
i won't stop running,
tell me not to worry.
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