(1)Once again failed Intent to pass hurt moments of cities
Specting fresh air and useless face lights.
Uncomfortable places where no-one can find a real state.
Seems perfect from both sides. We can see our happy pity-sad faces.
Time ran out, promises said and i saw the goodbye walk up north.
Seems like i should blur his face off; that will be the sane spring
stand crush. i figured chemistry and chicken skin,
Don't Lose Yourself - Laura Veirs