-Do not discredit the subject matter-
We looked up to the sky, and that one star hung from the moon like it was attached by a skinny piece of thread.
We were bound to fall, but no one warned us, and what are two crossed lovers supposed to do with their own decisions.
It's bound to be screwed up, with the whole situation in their hands and it's right around the time someone needs to turn around.
But that's abused, the tires won't make their decisions, and the sky isn't getting any lighter.
It's cold enough to see your breath, but when the snow melts all of these ideas will have been memories matched with a song.
Like a smell is held to the past, it's reeling and I could be wrong about all of this.
But it seems the christmas lights are a little duller this year, but then again- I don't remember putting them up last time either.
