January 2011
32 posts
because at the end of it sweetheart, you’re still alone. seems like we’re all too caught up with our own problems to rise above and see each other ehwhy am i so damn selfish, dammit. i live to let you shine.
some nights, they get so bad
Trade baby blues for wide eyed browns I sleep with your old shirts And walk through this house in your shoes You know it’s strange It’s a strange way of saying I’m supposed to love you I’m supposed to love you
if only you’ll make the effort to sit and stay.