the guy who put his hands on you, 
has got nothing to do with me.

and the bruises that you feel will heal
and i hope you come around,
cause we're missing you.

you used to speak so easy,
now you're afaid to talk to me.
Its like walking with the wounded.
carrying that weight way too far, 
the concrete pulled you down so hard
out there with the wounded,
we're missing you.

help me to feel again, yeah? scoop me up and drive me down archer, straight through the city and to the beach. 5am watch the sunrise, get breakfast, and go back to a big comfy bed and sleepsleepsleep for hours. that's something im craving right now. and some serious summer weather. im talking sun in my face making me sweat and destroying my hair with humidity. where's that???

my new leaf starts tomorrow. i should thank you. but you told me to forget everything. i can't, but ill zip a lip if it makes something heal or some shit. peaceeee