December 2009
Everytime you take my hand, you take my heart.
Are you out there?
Are you anywhere?
Just say goodbye,
Just like in my nightmare.
Are you lost without me?
Swear you’re better off dead.
You should keep it all here
In the back of your head.
December 1st
I’m in a foreign state, I’m running late, I’m all alone, wishing I was home with you, baby.