domingo, 20 de enero de 2013


I watch your life play out in pictures from afar. There's no substitute for time, or for the sadness. And in that moment, I swear we were infinite. Drive the ocean, drive to me. Say yes. Say you'll stay. Don't hang up this time. Can't wait to figure out what's wrong with me. I'll shut down on the next goodbye. When are you gonna let somebody in? It will just hurt a bit. It's killing me. I have to try, just for you.

I just keep on falling.

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