hey there,
won't you tell me you'll take me back like you've always made me felt you would?
won't you take me by the hand and whisper that you won't let me go?
the world outside is burning and people are laughing, but the breeze still brushes against my head like you are a lingering attachment who still never let me go.
my hands still stay at my sides as i watch you fly.
what can i do?
i wish we both tried harder.
and maybe i would have stuck my hand out the window to finally say hi.
