all the 9 to 5ers scrolling through tumblr at 7am like weโre reading the morning paper. raising our coffee cups in greeting by reblogging each others posts.
So you are tired of even my kiss So go back to your den Throwing out everything left in your field When there was nothing left to defend So you are dreaming of after, was it really all just for fun? I was the man still in love with you When I already knew it was done
So you are tired of me, so rest your head Turning back all that we had in our life While I return to death
