Maybe it all comes down to this.
Take all of the sadness, all of the lonliness, the comparisons, the misunderstandings, the anger, and the unforgiving sunbright of the long mornings after. Stir them all into an ice-filled glass that slowly melts into a multi-color suspension I ignore while staring out the window into the darkness.
The moon rises the hour, followed by a son who appears to wash the stars out of the background and into the light.
When you're younger you think that they go away.
But then you grow up.
Take all of the sadness, all of the lonliness, the comparisons, the misunderstandings, the anger, and the unforgiving sunbright of the long mornings after. Stir them all into an ice-filled glass that slowly melts into a multi-color suspension I ignore while staring out the window into the darkness.
The moon rises the hour, followed by a son who appears to wash the stars out of the background and into the light.
When you're younger you think that they go away.
But then you grow up.
You make your mistakes,Maybe it all comes down to this:
and from them you try to learn.
I miss you...and I probably always will.
[Listening to: Zero 7, "Destiny"]
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