Grown Ups
Pear
Come onI swearI'm bitter at bestI'm laying in the pieces of my cigarettes that we crushed in my bed, perhaps a tentsome portland apartmentthat we thought was haunted Cough, kiss and caressThe morning birds are restlessBut at least they have the courage to singDown your stairs my tired feet disagree with me What really is foreverWe both belongWe both belong here before it's goneI've tried to make a differenceWhatever be the distanceI'd try to make a difference but I'd fail
From Letras Mania