you tried to turn away my fears shouting metaphysics in my fifteen year old ears I dreamed all day of sneaking out the window a sigh for every other breath when you are joyful I feel better you catch a cold that lasts forever
a quest and we are hiding in the shadows beneath blue blazers and the smell of old books your eyes are blue, your voice is deep in half a verse you sung my whole, whole world to sleep and in a classroom underground I am still aching for that old still sound
then we know that patience is the most important part what's the point of being patient for a broken heart? I wish I was as passive as a patient on a table it seems to me that you will die as soon as you are able