Friday, December 19, 2014

Oil And Water

Gone when you get stuck, sleeping when you wake up, love around the other coast, off to the races, headed other places, chasing a fimiliar ghost. No one said it would be this hard, how could I know? Why do we always get so far before we let go? Cycle seasons watching you leave and thinking I could change the rules, rocks in the ocean, wheels in motion, wishing is a game of fools. Kicking screaming, softly speaking, we're all parting ways, we'll go wander oil and water while we separate. And we seperate nothing is the same forever, wish I could make you stay.

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