Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Can't help but wonder how this'll all turn out
Give it a year, my heart could be broken too
Though let's not fret for that
Maybe we'll learn to breathe through the stones in our shoes

I never saw this coming last year
The future promises me things I'm not sure I can keep
But you're coming home tomorrow
Maybe when you hold me, you'll feel my lack of sleep

And maybe I can hug the nightmares from your chest
Though our reality's not much better these days
There are storms in the park and shots in the dark
But I think I can make it as long as you stay

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