we will tear through the autmun trailing the debris of our hearts.
growing our hair long & cutting it in fits of boredom,
fits of change & desire.
& if ever again we catch
one another's eye
who will let go first?
growing our hair long & cutting it in fits of boredom,
fits of change & desire.
& if ever again we catch
one another's eye
who will let go first?
you never said it out loud.
i still believe you.