I’m hiding
Please don’t join us here in the clouds
It’s no better here than on the ground where the birds are just giant bugs.
Your mouth is full of spit but has no wordsI’m dying to see you
I’m dying to see you
I hope, hope there’s something better up there
Cause you cocked your head to shoot me down
And I don’t give a damn about you or this town no more
No, cause I know the score
Talking like a jerk
Except you are an actual jerk
And living proof that sometimes friends are mean

The District Sleeps Alone Tonight | The Postal Service
(Source: mantequillamuerte)
Someday
So long, my friend and adversary.