helenaloch:
You say that I'm a mess
helenaloch:
August is over.
helenaloch:
winter, spring, summer or fall.
helenaloch:
A thousand miles seems pretty far,
helenaloch:
I'll watch the night turn light blue,
helenaloch:
Can't say I'm sad to see you go,
helenaloch:
'Cause all of the stars are fading away,
helenaloch:
Did you take off while I was gone?
helenaloch:
Whoever she is, whoever she may be,
helenaloch:
Singing myself to sleep
helenaloch:
I'm not gonna write you a love song.
helenaloch:
Hey moon, please forget to fall down.