Print

i would follow my scars like maps but there's no going back to that. so i'll just cross walks on intersecting blocks, with each step i'll disassemble. sometimes it feels like the smoke hangs over my head like a ghost. i spent the last day of summer alone wishing i could re-learn you, realized i couldn't on my own. i'm on my own. we were sitting in a circle shooting the shit about dying young and what that meant to us. said you have to wake up no matter what and you can't live your dreams if you live like you're asleep but i shouldn't be worried if sometimes it feels like your ghost lives inside my lungs like the smoke. i spent the last night of summer surrounded, i finally found it, my thoughts are grounded, i am home. im not alone. Aus Songtexte Mania