Keep it simple.

Nothing feels as close
The way it used to do
Where is my suitcase?
Have you heard it’s blue?
You’ve fallen on your face
The way you used to do
We’re falling into space
The way we used to do
Just tell her
We slept in separate rooms
Don’t tell her
The truth today
Just tell her
I’m waiting for you

~ by Lindsey on May 30, 2009.