xtinajumper:
Everything must run its course
xtinajumper:
I wanna see you come back as the light
xtinajumper:
And I'm done with ever wanting anything
xtinajumper:
Just hear this and then I'll go
xtinajumper:
Antiques
xtinajumper:
We're perfectly dressed for the drought
xtinajumper:
Antiques
xtinajumper:
We stop and try to catch some breath
xtinajumper:
Love.
xtinajumper:
Pale gray sky above my head
xtinajumper:
I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home
xtinajumper:
It ain't often that you'll ever find a friend
xtinajumper:
All the reasons I gave were just lies to buy myself some time
xtinajumper:
I know I won't be leaving here
xtinajumper:
And three will always be a crowd
xtinajumper:
There's nothing to say that hasn't been heard
xtinajumper:
Darkness drains and the light will come again
xtinajumper:
And how you've grown my little bird
