I Wonder If You Miss Me Like I Miss You
I miss the way we could do anything together.
They way you don't comb your hair and always have a certain layer of protection about you.
I count the snowflakes in the sky, on the ground.
They're all stars falling from infinite sky and space to the ground, each an angel and unique.
I know that when I'm with you its a lot easier to look into the light to see just how original and laid back life can be.
I wonder if there could be a superstition that a red snowflake could exist.
The color of loyalty, bravery, and friendship.
The beating and bleeding of my heart, stretched out upon endless horizon, floating in the air, blowing through the wind.
Ashes, Ashes. They all fall down. </3
They way you don't comb your hair and always have a certain layer of protection about you.
I count the snowflakes in the sky, on the ground.
They're all stars falling from infinite sky and space to the ground, each an angel and unique.
I know that when I'm with you its a lot easier to look into the light to see just how original and laid back life can be.
I wonder if there could be a superstition that a red snowflake could exist.
The color of loyalty, bravery, and friendship.
The beating and bleeding of my heart, stretched out upon endless horizon, floating in the air, blowing through the wind.
Ashes, Ashes. They all fall down. </3
