I sat quiet, stuck in your ghost
Fading, feeling insubstantial
Back some days I loved you the most
You were a life I couldn't handle
You would understand
*
And I heard they offered you up
To the granite belly of the sea
And anyway, you'd had enough
You had better places to be
I would understand
*
You know we have the same sized soul
Oh, it's hard to let go
But a rusty dream doesn't mean
Our doors are closed
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment