"i'd cry crocodile rivers for us."
i already do.
moonlight reflects in her eyes and you know, "she'll be alright".
we spent summer nights under the city lights. we're a little nostalgic for the hardest times we ever had.
i miss things never going right. because then it didn't matter.
now everyone notices when you fall down.
and they don't offer you a hand, because you're old/wise/good enough to get up all on your own.
everyone is an open wound. you're the salt in mine.
you're the canary we'll send down first.
test this. record it. bottle and sell it.
life gave me lemonade, and i had to transform it back into lemons again.
ha.
