close your eyes
clip your wings
tonight.
Think of me, think of when
i get home.
faded pink stars on my cheap shoes
remind me of what i am;
what i came here for.
remember
me please
shortened walks
on summer nights,
tripping over feet.
hardened tears
showed you that i cared
cinnimon smoke travles through my viens
it's not gonna leave;
i won't let it say goodbye.
I'm stuck in massachusetts but i'm living in Florida
with no one person who cares
at all...
think of how we are;
nothing stays the same...