comforted.
sweet wrappers fall out of the sky I'm in my jacket again, and you knew I'd be cold in the sun. as always.
today i sat in a hole in the wall and watch the moon, cause it reminds me of you, yea in a painful sort of way. cause I kept praying I'd see you and you'd meet me on the last train home.
before, when other's saw it, oh I'd say, hey that's for me, yea. you see that? That's to me, yea. it felt good. but the climax has died out and how I long for them again.
the wind's starting to pick up every piece of me. you ask me where I've fallen. no, not in love, definitely.
