"shes very pretty" yourevery pretty, when youre there wishiwishiwish i was pretty, i wishiwish you could be
me
the postcards will come oneatatime, oneatatime, the pictures will upload and im living on thumbnails, looking through keyholes, scrabbling at windows, comebackcomeback he said dont go somewhere i cant follow you (iwishiwishiwish and the candles blew out on the birthday cake)
its been a year and a half since i saw him. and the last i remember was at the airport, when he dropped me off and not a word, not a word since forever i wonder what it is that makes people leave and never come back. picturepicture upupandawayupload isnt that wonderful? isnt she wonderful? because she can fly, she flies everywhere. what do you see here, what is it that you love, why do birds still come back every winter? and oh, the places you'll go, i can see them in you, im so hungry, so hungry, so hungry. whatever happens (not much, not a lot) and whatever goes (this that, nothing really) one day i will fly to the stars and you'll see them in my eyes, and i'll wear them on my back and i'll touch the ocean on the moon and you'll see it where it met my skin and you wont be there, you'll want me back, you'll wonder where ive gone, i can be there too, i can be there.