spring id by ~blackholeXnotaheart
To my Valentine And the rope has been tuggedTo my Valentine by ~blackholeXnotaheart
Its been worn down over the year
Finally broken, the last strand I cut
To feel the rope loose, my short part in hand
Looking across, envious at how much more rope you have
I had to turn away
If we're meant to be connected
the rope will find away
It'll find a way to tie a large knot
The rope won't be as long as it once was
It'll be shorter
And we will be closer
Eleven O'clock Thought I was nothing more than your 11 o'clock thoughtEleven O'clock Thought by ~blackholeXnotaheart
your midnight whore
It was a good ride, a long one indeed
I knew of the destination
Obviously, you didn't
The freedom I felt when the clock struck twelve twelve
Would drive you mad with guilt
The energy that was restored
when I pushed you away
Would just drive you made with guilt
After the parties end
The drinking is called quits
Where will you turn to?
It won't be this 11 o'clock thought
I won't feel that way ever again
Sta.sh
