Tuesday, July 14, 2009
I'll never watch a sunrise the same again
No matter where I am, I will always remember this house.....
The smell of the porch from a homemade grill made of a paper basket and some aluminum foil.
The "room".
The nastiest kitchen known to man, and the best people anyone could have ever asked for.
Out of all the things that home was.....
That house was the place my heart felt the most at home.
Things won't ever be like that again, but I want to feel the same way again.
I'm searching.....
I'm still searching.....
Your somewhere. I know you are.
I can feel myself making you proud
from your place in the clouds.
I'm guessing this is growing old,
I'm guessing this is just a phase,
I'm hoping that I'll find my place.
Goodnight, Goodlove, Goodlife
I'm two cups into my coffe break.
I'm sitting alone in the café from the way.
Reading all by myself
Turning my cell off just to breath
And everyone I know just keeps calling me.
And I just need a little time.
Cause I'm overcommiting myself.
I guess this is growing up
I'm sleeping so little these days.
I guess this is growing up
I'm feeling things are about to change
I'm guessing this is growin up
Yeah I'm growing up.
And my mom hates my guts.
She has every reason to
From all the things I do.
And it breaks me just to know
That I have torn her apart so many times.
So many times
Cause I've overcommitted myself.
I guess this is growing
I'm sleeping so little these days.
I guess this is growing up
I'm feeling things are about to change
I'm guessing this is growin up
Oh I'm guessing this is growing up
Now I'm done with my coffee break.
I turn on my phone.
Oh that I've grown up
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I'm really proud of you Noon.
-Julia
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