like they were meant for this. let's not just chase ghosts.
in constant change are we, when once that dashboardconfessional song was bound to make me cry. i dont even cringe now. good memories are what we all are gonna be one day. oh so fucking far.
stop to think, of that yellow yellow moon.
stop to think, which ones.
stop to think, laughter's not so much everything.
i just dont care anymore if it makes sense.
sooner or later, this split personality is gonna show.