Listening to: elliott smith
Feeling: unique
i've got nothing to write. i hate when i have no words. things are confusing..but when are they not? oh man, oh man.
so sing to me like you want the world to stop
sing to me like i'm the only one you've got
sing like the floor is about to drop--
and your voice echoing through our bodies is the only thing left to catch us
we're so close now
as our souls fall fast
" make it stop. make it stop,"
you whisper
"sing louder. sing louder,"
i shout
and we make a perfect melody--
a whisper and a shout
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