She comes home in scrubs
her hair a mess...
All these thoughts inside my head
Circling my brain as I lay in my bed...
Shall I compare you to a rose?
You were by far more beautiful...
I felt the imbalance
I knew from the start...
their worries wound up
the - clock ticking torment - of...
I’m fine
Deep down inside...
You were a great man
You were many things...
She’s gonna take credit for what I’ve done
She’s gonna say she raised a good kid but I feel...
Just tell me
who you want me to be...
I still remember your eyes
and how they made my world open (as wide...
Will the future
be fair to you...
The Old Harbor
Went down to the sea today...