Monday, January 6, 2014

♩ I'm sorry that we got that close, but this is not the scenic route home.

I feel nostalgic and wistful now.



And this is not the scenic route 
Close your eyes and let me show you what I dream about 
We fell asleep up on the ride home 
To the raindrops and stereo and my phone buzzing 
But I had never heard a sweeter sound 
Than all your cluttered thoughts slowly almost leaking out 
Like we could do this with our eyes closed 
 As I listen to you try to hit the high notes

...

Take my weathered hands
And feel me reaching out
As if the heavier life is gonna even out.

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