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09 August 2012 @ 03:12 am
I leave my own ways to build you the bluest sky  
Can't sleep because of this stupid, perfect song.

Maybe I, maybe I should've
Seen what was, kept what's lost
Gone with tide, wrapped in ribbon
I was a kid playing tough
There was more in here, than you are given

I, I, I should've tried, I wish I tried

I stay outside the lines
Leave your strings untied
I leave my own ways to build you the bluest sky

I'm always yours, and I hope that you'll be mine

Ugh, Patrick. Kill me now.

Mood: drunk with feelings
Music: Maybe I - Patrick J. Adams