It's Short Just Like Your Temper, Somewhat Golden Like The Afternoons We Used To Spend

[not_the_norm16]

All I see are dark gray clouds
In the distance moving closer with every hour.
So, when you'd ask, "Is something wrong?"
I'd think "You're damn right there is, but we can't talk about it now.
No, we can't talk about it now."

So, one last touch and then you'll go
And we'll pretend that it meant something so much more.
But it was vile, and it was

Comments

[lakerdonald]

i'm loving the deathcab, but i'd love some context more