39th and Glisan
So let's not fuck it up this time. When it's our only shot. Because life is moving at speeds (like the fading leaves) and I can't seem to connect.
For what it's worth, I would never change without you. And the sky opens up and this place almost feels like home. Long enough to remind me, that all I'll need... That everything I'll ever need is in arms reach.
Writer/s: The Sinking Ships