Hayden

My Parents House
time, time when you stayed over, we stayed in bed forever the mail piled at the door. time, we lost track of the hours, pizza boxes tower the floor beside the bed. time, our bodies sore from something, it surely wasn't walking, our friends thought we were dead. and i can't recreate those times we used to have without you they'll be bad. let's meet, next month at my parent's house they'll be away like they were then away like we were then. time, you met someone new someone who liked you but not like i liked you. time, you ask him if he'll mind of course he'll surely mind. so just leave him for me. will you meet me and we'll try to set things right? i want things to be right. and i bet we'll stay in bed for days and never leave i never want to leave, we'll never have to leave. From Letras Mania