‘I rather like [her].’
“Caesar liked Brutus, and look where it got him.”
How you always talk of catching me, but never open up your hands.
I’m not listening for the right words anymore.
..like the blue sky, right before the rain comes crashing through…
I'll have to walk a thousand miles just to find the ground deserving of your feet
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map