you carry me around like the clasp of your favourite sweater saved for those nights when you actually do go out. face pressed against the glass bouquets of traffic lights / phone vibrations / and other subtleties these are our fingertips..and i know i can be difficult sometimes it is the only way to be.
i wish i could take back all of the times i spoke to you like that.. now i'm left sending all of my apologies to the wind (i'm sorry, i am so f****** sorry).
you gave me the clasp off of your sweater saying simply "just for luck" which i never really believed in, but somehow i made it through.
if it gets inside.
if it stabs hearts.
then don't let go.
i wish i could take back all of the times i spoke to you like that.. now i'm left sending all of my apologies to the wind (i'm sorry, i am so f****** sorry).
you gave me the clasp off of your sweater saying simply "just for luck" which i never really believed in, but somehow i made it through.
if it gets inside.
if it stabs hearts.
then don't let go.