When did someone as laid back as myself realise he had something worth protecting
Visible in the school yard,what colour catches you in the sky?
It isn't anyone's fault but i know there are things more important to me than becoming an adult...
But I'll be growing up the whole time,for i can no longer be like this
We've got a bad,bad habit of saying everything's fine and bottling it up,when the fact is that nothing's fine
Even though my hands reach out,you seem to be fading away
Labels: The Afternoon Streets
