brightside
doors close to cover up all of the sound. of all the talk that's left around, when i get back home. the page you ripped is all i have from this. and there is more to it. there is more work. and everyone that let you go, i don't think i can let you know. and everything you said to me...i took... when i felt like falling, you said, "you remember these things i say, and you will be alright." driving far to make the days go by. you said that they make you tired, but they make you. and when i'm free i'll be all over this and there's nothing to miss, there's nothing left. i always feel like something should be going on when there's no trouble. i will not lie to you. you remember these things i say, you remember these things and you will be ok.
