there's so many things i wish i wrote.
so many words i wish i could live in,
instead of live from.
i just thought you should know that.
whoever you are.

neighbors.

you left me for florida.
was it the snow?
it must have been the snow.
but you could have got used to it.
you could have got used to me.
but i'll wait till you visit,
because i care,
because i want to say goodbye.

Oh, What a Ride

Won't you live in a song with me? It's just the music that crosses the lines of your face. It's just what I can remember.
Pick up your feet quick. You'll fall and trip. In this life things seem to make sense in our heads till we run out of beds to live in.
Funny how we always tend to give in.
I know we're anything but simple. And sometimes our layers get tangled up in our emotions. But we're only human; I'm here, aren't I?
Pick up your feet quick. You'll fall and trip. In this life things seems to make sense in our heads till we run out of beds to live in.
Funny how we always tend to give in.
Maybe one day I'll change for you, I'll have to find you first. I looked everywhere but all that came out were these words.
Meaningless until you see them. Changing until the world changes sides.
Oh, what a ride.

1. All we know is what we are. We don't know anything else.

2. Ready or not, here I come. I'm chasing in between the lines of safety and luck.

3. Won't you live in a song with me? It's just the music that crosses the lines of your face. It's just what I can remember.

4. So I'll just keep writing like it means something. We all live off fragments anyways. Our hands can only hold so much until we fall. Repeat, repeat, and then some.