it's a weekday and i cleaned my room agian,
of endless moments i thought we once shared.
an open book, read every single page.
naive enough to think that help is on the way.
rise and shine a day awaits,
watching clear skies turn to grey.
it's a dead end road and i want out.
there's no return.
let me know when will it end?
if only you were my only friend, id be fine.
a direction split right from the start.
i'm picking up the pieces to this broken heart.
move over and make room for someone else.
mabye a smile will find itself right on your face agian.
another empty sleeping bag. a broken speaker plays out loud.
an elliot smith song for those who can't move on and on.
a tour to write you home about of how i'm doing. pretty sad.
you're not here and all my letters are lost in the mailbox for good |