Jun 1
we’ve left pieces of ourselves
in too many pages already
but june is blank
and maybe this time,
we write something worth keeping
in too many pages already
but june is blank
and maybe this time,
we write something worth keeping
we’ve had the cold ones,
january’s quiet, february’s ache
the months that carried goodbye
and the ones that stitched us back
but june is untouched
and i want to fill it with you
january’s quiet, february’s ache
the months that carried goodbye
and the ones that stitched us back
but june is untouched
and i want to fill it with you
