cold gusts of wind
oh, sweet baby.
the killers
i think everyone was better off when the world was flat and was the center of the universe.
i am about a million things without you, really.
but with you is the only thing i really want to be.
waking up
not next to you
doesn’t get any easier.
.
after some time, it’s something i’ve found true;
love’s not a grave, it won’t decay on you.
