where did it go?
Author Archives: nails
the birds are falling out of our skies
this is the end of every song that we sing
cold and afraid
the fire burned out to ash
the ghosts of all we’ve been
this is the end of every song that we sing
Keep on making the same mistake, Keep on aching the same heartbreak, I wish “If only”, But “If only” Is a wish too late
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you so much
it’s all too late, It’s over, over, And you’re gone
My life is a hashtag 