Sooner or later
it used to be really simple
you and me
the world
shattered pieces of days
weeks, weekends
I still cant tell them apart
cant seperate them
I didnt know what happiness looked like
was blinded by smiles belonging to cute guys
drinks poured on worn bar counters
and somewhere we lost each other
I still dont keep track of days
weeks, weekends
they all melt together
and I want to go back,
I want to look myself in the eyes
and tell her that its okay
that happiness has a lot of faces
that she will find it
sooner or later
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