20 November 2008

He tells you that he needs you, he’s a liar
He tells you he’s a hero, he’s a fool
He tells you he’ll stay till the lords breaking day
Then babe he ain’t nothing but cruel

Oh roses and cigarettes
Pillowcase that remembers you
the scent of you still lingers on my fingertips
Till I think I might go insane
When will I see you again

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

you remember that weekend?

the one where we drenched ourselves in rays.

our feet in the ocean...connecting us to the rest of the world...and each other.

this is where we will see each other again.