to light up all these words, looking back I know it's what I'd die for. And through all of this life, smashed away all the strife, a friendship I
, you're right where you say that you are, right where you are. They all seem so truthful, they all seem so true. Couldn't find a better way to
awake. And so I grey the heart and the shape. Now the bottle plays a little factor. Not the way I used to be, thankfully. I was disguising a different
me. Underneath these things. Twenty some years my parents let themselves leave. I always swore that would never, ever be me. And now you're looking at me through a
The night breathes different, and the cold was named anew. She sits in the wordless space. The grin gave us away, and that was the end, that was
There were thousands of days as we traveled down North Road, and I remember my uncle on his last day, and how I would kill to shake his hand again
Through the long sleep, darkness bleeds, through the silver and I, reminded the layout as the wings, they all died. And it all hates like you,
your body shakes for so long, towing me down. Let's just stay late, a safe bet for second place. This time, our time, we have, we'll last. That evil, a
me, not anymore. And now it's where the secret's pushed behind, with the lanterns to burn this inside. And up there A SNOW-CAPPED ROMANCE where,
, tie up stern first. And these gifts I've learned, never leave me. And I redesign, family and growing. And I realign, forgetting nothing. Maybe in a
You should've called out, made amends, broken hearts breathe unison. I was trying to gather mine. All my tragedies are my enemies, all my enemies
light up all these words, looking back I know it's what I'd die for. And through all of this life, smashed away all the strife, a friendship I paint
you're right where you say that you are, right where you are. They all seem so truthful, they all seem so true. Couldn't find a better way to lie
: You should've called out, made amends, broken hearts breathe unison. I was trying to gather mine. All my tragedies are my enemies, all my enemies
: There were thousands of days as we traveled down North Road, and I remember my uncle on his last day, and how I would kill to shake his hand again