sniglar

walking down the streets i walked a year ago

the orange cat the grey house and the corner store

how i wish i would have done it in a different way

without out always hoping for another day

waking up is getting harder than it did before

dishes from yesterday and all my clothes are on the floor

oh i start to miss you more with every time

i see you somewhere else oh no its fine

the rain made a river in the field

she’s killing snails with a stick

then points them at me

running through the field

driving by the small town with the strangest name

good hope and a little bit of my old shame

for dinner i took two bites of something i don’t know

you know i don’t do things i haven’t done before

the cat was sleeping on the white machine

i only have a backpack so i’m missing my things

noodles in cup and your laughter fit

perfectly together when we’re stuck like this

Making songs killing time

water running down our eyes

waiting for our socks to dry

i dont wanna say goodbye