July 2012
swamp-honey:
A sulent whisper in this cold September air, told me you’d be here. And I see you looking at me, looking at you, but you’re avoiding me so you don’t have to. Say the words that’ll push away your pride. Stuck in time, still on your mind. It all comes rushing back. Your eyes look the same as the first day we met, but you walk by like we haven’t. And I feel the same as two years ago...
‘cause it all comes rushing back. your eyes look...
the-reck-less-and-the-brave:
And I hate how you got off so easy, never really had to break me out loud. And even after everything I’ve found, your’e the only one I notice in this crowd.
