Upstairs.
I'm looking out.
With waterfalls.
Takes me out.
Outside.
A simple tree.
In copper bells.
Lifts em up.
I can feel the sky slipping through your fingers tonight.
I can hear the thoughts as we try to figure out what it all means.
What does it mean.
Maybe the world is falling down.
Because lately I don't care about anything else.
And this could be the last time that I say goodnight to ou.
But I can't bring myself to fall asleep. explode.
Let go.
Regrets fade.
Embrace with a soft strength.
I don't want to see you come around here anymore.
Goodnight anyway.
