Tired of singing sad songs in my head, But I can’t find enough of anything to drown out what you said Sigh. Growing up is hard
In the book I’m reading, this passage jumped out at me: “Once, in chemistry, I’d learned that objects never really touch - because of ions repelling, there’s always an infinitesimal space, so that even when it feels like you’re holding hands on the atomic level, you’re not. To the naked eye, we looked seamless. But I knew that no matter how hard I tried,...
At the end of each day, you are the last song I play
And if your plane fell out of the skies Who would you call with your last goodbye