and i can’t hold what’s in my hand
don’t do any good to say this isn’t what i planned
and little kids sliding down the steel park slide
little kids can’t play with things that died
sometimes all i want is one favorite song
and two to three minutes don’t seem so long
and where’s my mom i want to hold her tight
she’s so far away from crowded nights
i’m going cuckoo cuckoo
i don’t know where the sunbeams end and the starlights begin, it’s all a mystery
and i don’t know how a man decides what’s right for his own life, it’s all a mystery
The International Space Station is seen as a small object in the upper left of this photo of the Moon, in the skies over the Houston area. (Photo: Lauren Harnett / NASA via the Telegraph)
there’s a gap in between
there’s a gap where we meet
where i end and you begin
and i’m sorry for us
the dinosaurs roam the earth
the sky turns green
where i end and you begin
who gives a fuck about an oxford comma?
i’ve seen those english dramas too. they’re cruel.
so if there’s any other way to spell the word,
that’s fine with me.
why would you speak to me that way?
especially when i’ve always said i haven’t got the words for you
i tripped
and fell in love with you
honest, you do
what I aim to
we looked at each other
and our eyes were clear
love your family
you do well
and so sincere
