I'm still finding home,
I'm finding my heart, my head,
The reason's why I left,Cause this is for dreaming,
This is for leaving,
This is you picking up the pieces when I'm gone,
This is to drinking,
This is to living,
This is to packing up my shit and moving on,
I'm moving onOne day your going to wake up and realize how much you care for me and when that day comes I'll be waking up next to the guy who already knew
Myspace LayoutsIf time could stop, how can I make this more poetic? When there's nothing more pathetic to be said.
