“Im gonna miss you, you know? Standing under my umbrella.” “I’m going to miss you too, but I guess It’s time to dance in the rain now.”
“Im gonna miss you, you know? Standing under my umbrella.” “I’m going to miss you too, but I guess It’s time to dance in the rain now.”
“Im gonna miss you, you know? Standing under my umbrella.” “I’m going to miss you too, but I guess It’s time to dance in the rain now.”
“Im gonna miss you, you know? Standing under my umbrella.” “I’m going to miss you too, but I guess It’s time to dance in the rain now.”
“Im gonna miss you, you know? Standing under my umbrella.” “I’m going to miss you too, but I guess It’s time to dance in the rain now.”
Songs from a broken nail: Trust me I’ll be gone Why don’t you take my word for it Do you think I’m holding on And even if I am love You know that it won’t stop me Once my patience runs out So you know I’m moving on You think you’re too precious And you’re so fine that I don’t blame ya But you got so much more Than just your pretty thoughts baby And even if that body like a renaissance painting It is only when you let it go Of all the ideas of you That I can see through and I wish that the world can too. Cause you’re so beautiful when you’re not trying to be.
I wish I could have looked at you with soft eyes and said the things that I wanted to say, in the way i had imagined myself whispering them to you the night before; but then you appeared and my lips quivered, my voice trembled and the wings of my words melted too close to your sun, crashing upon your ears like Icarus, shivering to say, ‘I wanted more’.
I wish I could have looked at you with soft eyes and said the things that I wanted to say, in the way i had imagined myself whispering them to you the night before; but then you appeared and my lips quivered, my voice trembled and the wings of my words melted too close to your sun, crashing upon your ears like Icarus, shivering to say, ‘I wanted more’.
I wish I could have looked at you with soft eyes and said the things that I wanted to say, in the way i had imagined myself whispering them to you the night before; but then you appeared and my lips quivered, my voice trembled and the wings of my words melted too close to your sun, crashing upon your ears like Icarus, shivering to say, ‘I wanted more’.
Start your week like this: Don’t ever forget the people that work hard just so you can be you. You are nothing without your team’s loyalty and your loyalty to them.
Start your week like this: Don’t ever forget the people that work hard just so you can be you. You are nothing without your team’s loyalty and your loyalty to them.
You never had to say that I was a fool for you, but you knew didn’t you? You’d turn blue to pull me to you, I smoothened my blues to cope. I’m buoyant with you inside a ship wreck, I’ll be buoyant with you till we float.
You never had to say that I was a fool for you, but you knew didn’t you? You’d turn blue to pull me to you, I smoothened my blues to cope. I’m buoyant with you inside a ship wreck, I’ll be buoyant with you till we float.
You never had to say that I was a fool for you, but you knew didn’t you? You’d turn blue to pull me to you, I smoothened my blues to cope. I’m buoyant with you inside a ship wreck, I’ll be buoyant with you till we float.
You’re the Milky Way in lacy lingerie, I’m a broken song, not knowing what to say. When the lights go off, let me bring a candle to you, And I’ll flicker like its flame as I hand it you, with all of my truth. Calling out for romance, tearing down the room, Offered me a slow dance, naked in the pool. I can’t make you stay if I know you wanna be free Still I wish you play all the songs that make you miss me And now you’re like the sea at night, I can’t see ya but I’ll feel your breeze.
You’re the Milky Way in lacy lingerie, I’m a broken song, not knowing what to say. When the lights go off, let me bring a candle to you, And I’ll flicker like its flame as I hand it you, with all of my truth. Calling out for romance, tearing down the room, Offered me a slow dance, naked in the pool. I can’t make you stay if I know you wanna be free Still I wish you play all the songs that make you miss me And now you’re like the sea at night, I can’t see ya but I’ll feel your breeze.
I’m rich but I’m grounded I’m famous but I’m yours And even when the desire for you leaves me crippled on the floor, I still keep wishing you keep knocking on my door. I’m fighting urges to see if you’re looking at me, I deracinated all that I am into a soliloquy, Rivers within me, roaring in pure lividity, So I hope when my voice comes reaching out for you, it resonates with your divinity. And I sleep, dream, die for a little while, For you, then it’s over. The curtains close, I get closer. Now I’m looking for you again, in someone else But I cant ever love you, until I learn to love myself You maculate me in the fabric of time before we rendezvous. So dear darling teach me to love my life, tenderly whisper a clue. You echoed, “Let not the idea of you in the opinions of others become your mirror, for only the still moana of your intuition can reveal the truth.” I break my rhythm, and you appear, before you transmute into fear. Fears I grip on to in the inhalation of my breath. I’m afraid of asking for help. I do not know if it is I that needs you or it is you that needs yourself. Who am I? I don’t know. Yet I care so much of what you think of me. Sometimes I romanticise our times, the nights and the glory. Can’t live with you, can’t live without you, When I’m gone remember our story. #ajourneytowardsnotgivingafuck
I’m rich but I’m grounded I’m famous but I’m yours And even when the desire for you leaves me crippled on the floor, I still keep wishing you keep knocking on my door. I’m fighting urges to see if you’re looking at me, I deracinated all that I am into a soliloquy, Rivers within me, roaring in pure lividity, So I hope when my voice comes reaching out for you, it resonates with your divinity. And I sleep, dream, die for a little while, For you, then it’s over. The curtains close, I get closer. Now I’m looking for you again, in someone else But I cant ever love you, until I learn to love myself You maculate me in the fabric of time before we rendezvous. So dear darling teach me to love my life, tenderly whisper a clue. You echoed, “Let not the idea of you in the opinions of others become your mirror, for only the still moana of your intuition can reveal the truth.” I break my rhythm, and you appear, before you transmute into fear. Fears I grip on to in the inhalation of my breath. I’m afraid of asking for help. I do not know if it is I that needs you or it is you that needs yourself. Who am I? I don’t know. Yet I care so much of what you think of me. Sometimes I romanticise our times, the nights and the glory. Can’t live with you, can’t live without you, When I’m gone remember our story. #ajourneytowardsnotgivingafuck
I’m rich but I’m grounded I’m famous but I’m yours And even when the desire for you leaves me crippled on the floor, I still keep wishing you keep knocking on my door. I’m fighting urges to see if you’re looking at me, I deracinated all that I am into a soliloquy, Rivers within me, roaring in pure lividity, So I hope when my voice comes reaching out for you, it resonates with your divinity. And I sleep, dream, die for a little while, For you, then it’s over. The curtains close, I get closer. Now I’m looking for you again, in someone else But I cant ever love you, until I learn to love myself You maculate me in the fabric of time before we rendezvous. So dear darling teach me to love my life, tenderly whisper a clue. You echoed, “Let not the idea of you in the opinions of others become your mirror, for only the still moana of your intuition can reveal the truth.” I break my rhythm, and you appear, before you transmute into fear. Fears I grip on to in the inhalation of my breath. I’m afraid of asking for help. I do not know if it is I that needs you or it is you that needs yourself. Who am I? I don’t know. Yet I care so much of what you think of me. Sometimes I romanticise our times, the nights and the glory. Can’t live with you, can’t live without you, When I’m gone remember our story. #ajourneytowardsnotgivingafuck
I’m rich but I’m grounded I’m famous but I’m yours And even when the desire for you leaves me crippled on the floor, I still keep wishing you keep knocking on my door. I’m fighting urges to see if you’re looking at me, I deracinated all that I am into a soliloquy, Rivers within me, roaring in pure lividity, So I hope when my voice comes reaching out for you, it resonates with your divinity. And I sleep, dream, die for a little while, For you, then it’s over. The curtains close, I get closer. Now I’m looking for you again, in someone else But I cant ever love you, until I learn to love myself You maculate me in the fabric of time before we rendezvous. So dear darling teach me to love my life, tenderly whisper a clue. You echoed, “Let not the idea of you in the opinions of others become your mirror, for only the still moana of your intuition can reveal the truth.” I break my rhythm, and you appear, before you transmute into fear. Fears I grip on to in the inhalation of my breath. I’m afraid of asking for help. I do not know if it is I that needs you or it is you that needs yourself. Who am I? I don’t know. Yet I care so much of what you think of me. Sometimes I romanticise our times, the nights and the glory. Can’t live with you, can’t live without you, When I’m gone remember our story. #ajourneytowardsnotgivingafuck
I’m rich but I’m grounded I’m famous but I’m yours And even when the desire for you leaves me crippled on the floor, I still keep wishing you keep knocking on my door. I’m fighting urges to see if you’re looking at me, I deracinated all that I am into a soliloquy, Rivers within me, roaring in pure lividity, So I hope when my voice comes reaching out for you, it resonates with your divinity. And I sleep, dream, die for a little while, For you, then it’s over. The curtains close, I get closer. Now I’m looking for you again, in someone else But I cant ever love you, until I learn to love myself You maculate me in the fabric of time before we rendezvous. So dear darling teach me to love my life, tenderly whisper a clue. You echoed, “Let not the idea of you in the opinions of others become your mirror, for only the still moana of your intuition can reveal the truth.” I break my rhythm, and you appear, before you transmute into fear. Fears I grip on to in the inhalation of my breath. I’m afraid of asking for help. I do not know if it is I that needs you or it is you that needs yourself. Who am I? I don’t know. Yet I care so much of what you think of me. Sometimes I romanticise our times, the nights and the glory. Can’t live with you, can’t live without you, When I’m gone remember our story. #ajourneytowardsnotgivingafuck
I’m rich but I’m grounded I’m famous but I’m yours And even when the desire for you leaves me crippled on the floor, I still keep wishing you keep knocking on my door. I’m fighting urges to see if you’re looking at me, I deracinated all that I am into a soliloquy, Rivers within me, roaring in pure lividity, So I hope when my voice comes reaching out for you, it resonates with your divinity. And I sleep, dream, die for a little while, For you, then it’s over. The curtains close, I get closer. Now I’m looking for you again, in someone else But I cant ever love you, until I learn to love myself You maculate me in the fabric of time before we rendezvous. So dear darling teach me to love my life, tenderly whisper a clue. You echoed, “Let not the idea of you in the opinions of others become your mirror, for only the still moana of your intuition can reveal the truth.” I break my rhythm, and you appear, before you transmute into fear. Fears I grip on to in the inhalation of my breath. I’m afraid of asking for help. I do not know if it is I that needs you or it is you that needs yourself. Who am I? I don’t know. Yet I care so much of what you think of me. Sometimes I romanticise our times, the nights and the glory. Can’t live with you, can’t live without you, When I’m gone remember our story. #ajourneytowardsnotgivingafuck
I’m rich but I’m grounded I’m famous but I’m yours And even when the desire for you leaves me crippled on the floor, I still keep wishing you keep knocking on my door. I’m fighting urges to see if you’re looking at me, I deracinated all that I am into a soliloquy, Rivers within me, roaring in pure lividity, So I hope when my voice comes reaching out for you, it resonates with your divinity. And I sleep, dream, die for a little while, For you, then it’s over. The curtains close, I get closer. Now I’m looking for you again, in someone else But I cant ever love you, until I learn to love myself You maculate me in the fabric of time before we rendezvous. So dear darling teach me to love my life, tenderly whisper a clue. You echoed, “Let not the idea of you in the opinions of others become your mirror, for only the still moana of your intuition can reveal the truth.” I break my rhythm, and you appear, before you transmute into fear. Fears I grip on to in the inhalation of my breath. I’m afraid of asking for help. I do not know if it is I that needs you or it is you that needs yourself. Who am I? I don’t know. Yet I care so much of what you think of me. Sometimes I romanticise our times, the nights and the glory. Can’t live with you, can’t live without you, When I’m gone remember our story. #ajourneytowardsnotgivingafuck
I’m rich but I’m grounded I’m famous but I’m yours And even when the desire for you leaves me crippled on the floor, I still keep wishing you keep knocking on my door. I’m fighting urges to see if you’re looking at me, I deracinated all that I am into a soliloquy, Rivers within me, roaring in pure lividity, So I hope when my voice comes reaching out for you, it resonates with your divinity. And I sleep, dream, die for a little while, For you, then it’s over. The curtains close, I get closer. Now I’m looking for you again, in someone else But I cant ever love you, until I learn to love myself You maculate me in the fabric of time before we rendezvous. So dear darling teach me to love my life, tenderly whisper a clue. You echoed, “Let not the idea of you in the opinions of others become your mirror, for only the still moana of your intuition can reveal the truth.” I break my rhythm, and you appear, before you transmute into fear. Fears I grip on to in the inhalation of my breath. I’m afraid of asking for help. I do not know if it is I that needs you or it is you that needs yourself. Who am I? I don’t know. Yet I care so much of what you think of me. Sometimes I romanticise our times, the nights and the glory. Can’t live with you, can’t live without you, When I’m gone remember our story. #ajourneytowardsnotgivingafuck
