little did i know

[rough recording on soundcloud]

little did i know, the closer we did grow only pushed us farther apart. the streetlights and the snow have nothing more to say, and it’s the hardest part.
i thought this was the end, i thought i could depend on you.
swaying in the breeze, the bumblebees and trees are witness to our peace. it still attacks me now; the wondering why and how you left it all in pieces.
i thought this was the end, i thought i could depend on you.

i was blinded by your loving mistakes, i was enticed by your wordless games, i don’t know how to go on from here; i thought you were it for me.

i thought this was the end, i thought i could depend on you.

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she was young

[rough recording on soundcloud]

her white dress flowing in a field of green grass, and she told you she loved the color of the sun. you picked her flowers and you gave her pastries and she told you her heart had been won.

but she was young then, she didn’t know better. oh, she was young then, she didn’t know better yet.

her blue eyes danced as she looked right at you when you spoke of days yet to come. the stars were shooting (as they’re often doing) and you kissed her cheek and held her hand.

but she was young then, she didn’t know better. oh, she was young then, she didn’t know better yet.

the good times, they come and go, as i’m sure you’ve come to know. every night can’t be lying side by side, and every day can’t be with her.

oh, she was young then, she didn’t know better. all the love that you taught her she will carry on forever, and she’ll never forget when she was young. oh, when she was young. 

the end of it (lyric draft)

you asked me to choose, even though I had no voice. you wanted me to lose, even though i had no choice. that night was the last straw; first i’d heard of it. those words were the last draw of the gun you’d been savin’.

these voices, they know their way around my brain- and through your lips. these choices, you’re making are the end of it; i’m giving in.

even the skies feel sadness, it may sound foolish but it’s true. every time you lied i believed you, as the sun believes the moon, but she steals the sky night after night.

these voices, they know their way around my brain- and through your lips. these choices, you’re making are the end of it; i’m giving in.

it’s the end of it, it’s the end of it, i’m giving in to the end of it. it’s the end of it, it’s the end of it, i’m giving in to the end of it. it’s the end of it, it’s the end of it, i’m giving in to the end of it. it’s the end of it, it’s the end of it, i’m giving it- and it’s all over.