Die hard Streetlight Manifesto fan. Yerd. Echosmith.
Hemingway never seemed to mind the banalities of a normal life
and I find, it gets harder every time
So he aimed the shotgun into the blue
Placed his face in between the two
and sighed, “Here’s To Life!”
I still remember that night
it was the fourth of July
It’s still engraved in my mind
and I’m not surprised.
STREETLIGHT ANSWERED MY TWEET OH MY FUCKING GOD I AM CRYING.
the “Grandpa Song” into Somewhere in the Between
Grandpa told me one time
he didn’t mind the pain
of growing up and growing old
and I would feel the same.
But I don’t understand,
and I won’t understand.
I guess it’s over my head.
Sometimes she smiles and relieves of the pain
of all the years I spent feeling things would never change.
I hope they will understand,
I know they will understand
that it was out of my hands.