Home's temporary
Picking cherries to rot
To go is to not come back the same
All in your hands, b
To be happy or not
Tell the heathens: See you again
Every Friday night
Signs. Early warnings
Something warming up to done
Passing over
Like a vision on a dreamless night
But it won't anymore
You can love me, or don't
And I won't poke the ever silent watching eyes
Always love you
Sometimes I forget to tell you
