The lovers won't leave
Yeah they live in the sheets
And the insomniacs
Can finally sleep.

There are 60 days until you get home.

I'm going to go crazy.

Get me out of this place
the one that reminds me
of how summer tastes
and away from
all my former heartaches

Winters never been all that kind to me.

The heat leaves my body
it's trying to warm the air
if only I could tell it
that it's efforts go nowhere.

There's all the kids running in a pack, temporary hair dye running down their back, why don't you hear the melody?

It's great that you're you and it's fine that I'm me, but you and I would never make a good you and me.

Unspoken dreams
and coffee machines,
when's the last time you slept?

Me:Je t'aime
him: i love you too babe

I've got half a mind to call and interupt that shitty pity party you've been throwing babe.