Join me, bored souls, as we take on the endless years of boring lives. On November 18, 2014. My dirge will echo through the woods. Morning lingers in the trees. Shadows shall consume these notes. Requiems shall stifle my silent screams. My sun is setting into mists of the ocean. The murmur of the trees rings loud and clear. One last day I beg for, one last winter I ask. This tune shall well outlive my bones.

I Think I Thought a Thought. Thoughts from the bus ride back to you. Of someone who cares;. He was a kind soul. Like a beacon that I followed,. Followed to this moment,. These moments right here;. Attached to a stubborn smile;. All from thinking of you.

Can you hear me out there. Have you ever had someone who loved you. I know youll be here. Summer is calling, real bad. So lets drive until we dont know. And find our homes dressed in. Covered in white for the first time. We could be nothing less than perfect. RAINDROPS KEEP FALLING ON MY HEAD.

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