14.8.11

good-byes at airports always wear me out.

My highs are high, my lows are low
And I don't know which way to go
Every time you leave this house, everything falls apart
I can't get myself off the couch
I don't wanna talk to anyone else
Every time you leave this house, everything falls apart.

1 comment:

Gian said...

Luckily, though, soon enough, hopefully, the good-byes will be less frequent since you will be travelling with me :)