it’s on days like this.
I’ve been gone for some time. I packed my bags and ran right outside. You’d believe, if I’d leave some part of me with you that’s alive.
I’ve seen you. I’ve been yours. I’ve been trying to explain why it’s a lovely morning; trying to explain why I’d be withholding if I said I didn’t try. You’re alone, all the time. You packed your mind and you left me behind. Trying to explain why I don’t know where Im going.
have ruined some great movies, books, and music for me
I think you know.
es un hater
I write songs about being heartbroken