jennyalexander

Better luck next time
She’s not here to make you feel all right
Drop the bombs boy; let’s make this story brief
Have to tell you quick before I change my mind again
Disillusioned from not sleeping
The words are caught and every breath by yourself is a reason to be free
And you should know what I mean by now.
She agrees it seems strange not to remember what it was she wanted
But she keeps asking people if she loves you
Pray Sunday morning brings the dawn in; there is a restless feeling by my side
Watch out, the world's behind you
I've got an inkling I don’t want to know or let go