is it silly to think that this will never happen again? but of course i’ll call you tonight. did you know you missed my birthday? the loneliest it gets is when the wind begins to chill, and when i stand at the top of your old street, the church top brings a stillness to me. i can’t think of anything i’d rather do, than have my heart broken by you. could we be saved by inventions and hopes? cause i’m not all right. the night seems to swallow me whole and spits out second guessing…
