Monday, February 25, 2013

Fake My Death And Never Be Found

For the summer ahead, for the memories we have yet to make, for the nights we stay up till sunrise... Whatever our souls are made of, mine and yours are the same. Counting the sleeps will we're together again!

Sometimes I lose my faith in luck
I don't know what I want to be when I grow up
I just count the rain
Wearing the floor through the boards again
I wish I could find a soul to steal
I could be the engine, you could be the wheel
When we're driving home, I never have to worry about being alone

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