Wednesday, September 22, 2010

pianos become the teeth - houses we die in

these boys from baltimore rule - baltimore rules.

i don't know where to begin
i've thought about this day so much and thought of so many things i've wanted to say
but now, now i can only look at you like the pictures i spend hours staring at
i don't think i've ever smiled so wide as when you were holding me up

i've always loved watching you smile

i didn't leave, i fought for five years to stay at your side

we were liars
we clung to those songs like we so desperately wanted to cling to you.
then i don't think you heard the same song i did