This night is winding down but time means...
CHAZ BUZANN YEEEEE →
How do you even tell.
So I crawl underneath my blanket. Where I can hide away, I know I can’t take it, ‘Cause I see now, It’s just one of those days. Now a year has passed. Alone I stay inside. And I await the rain, To wash away your face, So I don’t have to hide.
You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore? All of a sudden even though you have some place where you put your shit, that idea of home is gone. You’ll see one day when you move out it just sort of happens one day and it’s gone. You feel like you can never get it back. It’s like you feel homesick for a place...
Most of the shadows of this life are caused by our standing in our own sunshine....