Tuesday, March 7, 2017

On an arrow

We're all friends
Till out of necessity
We become enemies

You were 4 and I was 6
I was 8 and you were 6
I was 15 and you were 16

We're all friends
Till out of necessity
We become enemies 

Girls came
From both sides
I hung the love on an arrow
You were 4 and I was 6

Tomorrow I'll be better
Leave your hands clinging to my feet
Leave this skin in the sand
Leave this hell raising from morning till night

I'll hang the truth on an arrow
And you'll plait haloes 
Around my head
In the corners
It's my own shadow
So let me stand straight
Learn a thing or two about letting go 

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