but if you left it up to me, everyday would be a holiday from real we'd waste our weeks beneath the sun we'd lie and tell our friends its so much fun out here
and i scratch these words into a black notebook i wrote your name on top i knew youd never look ( i tried my best to fight the atmosphere ) x to think the happy thoughts > that | leave | the | phone | lines | clear
and ♥ you never write me letters ; and you never sent my sweaters ( so i could stay warm when i was without you ) without you i dont sleep | just dream