"Desks And Chairs"
I miss your absence
Which made you different
I miss what we lost
But it won’t come across
I would throw desks and chairs
I would chase you up three flights of stairs
If I didn’t already mess up my chances
Tell me, tell me, yes, tell me what your stance is
I miss your knowledge
Now tell me ‘bout college
I miss our conversations
But there’s a reason I’m in this situation
My eyes don’t burn from the tears, just yet
I haven’t had to close them, shielding to the sun
My thoughts are emptying, please depression – HIT
I want to speak of how I yielded from the gun
You just don’t get it
You probably never will
It’s not about me or you
Only if it is in His will
Time does not stop moving its hands
Take enough out to make lasting plans
“They will always be fulfilled”
What sense makes you think they will?
Hallel as best as youah can.
Crazy dance.
