Its so easy to focus on the things you lack. Like when a friend that leaves gets you feeling bad. All the conversations and the questions you never asked, or had. There's only one way out and sometimes that leaves me feeling trapped. Old photos displayed on a silver screen. You were young but eventually your youth retreats. Into boxes in the closet now a thousand slides of memories. And sometimes with the past you keep the things that you want most to leave. Like a rough year we're still working out, and all the sad things we don't talk about, or just don't know how. I'm so angry with ideas. All these things I feel but can't touch. I'm so scared of growing up and dying young. I go back and forth between each one. Like a rough year we're recovering from, and all the sad things I keep dragging on, or just can't let go of.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
