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[yellowmotorola]

via sitabellan on instagram

[thebadchoicemachine]

First one;

Time moves on without me

The birds will sing every morning and the sun will shine down from the sky

Down on me as I wonder, just for once why couldnt it be meant to be?

I'll think and wonder and the birds, the people and my youth will pass me by.

You've burnt down the bridge and threw away the memories that once were yours and mine.

I can't remember the last time we talked, though a world apart we were so close to one another,

For hours at a time I'll sit and ponder what happened and did I cross a line

I was so hesitant about my words because you were the one person I didn't want to bother

And now I'm stuck in a loop, and I'm grieving someone who wasn't even mine to lose

And each day I sit up in my bed, knowing that without you it'll never be the same

And each day I sit up in my bed, nowadays I'm wishing waking up was just an alarm I could snooze

And I'll sit and wonder, you left and  there isn't even anyone to blame

Except myself.

Second one:

//mentions of knives, mentions of hell, mentions of God,

Dark and endless summer nights, used to be my favourite part of life

The heavy silence covered my village and created a blanket, though, it was warm outside

The blanket, through which here and there, a few whispers would slip through like a knife

And the fog would settle down, air humid and grass wet against your feet, almost like the sky has cried.

And on those nights the sky wouldn't be the only thing that cried, for I used to as well

When every bird, every dog and every breathing thing was asleep

I'd cry tears upon tears, of happiness or sadness, up until I'd fall asleep, see only when it slept the village wasn't hell

But now I sit here and reminisce and I can't do anything but weep

Nothing goes to sleep anymore, forever awake, and all our eyes forever open wide

Dark and endless summer nights make me feel like I'm in a prison, confined by my home

This prison wasn't made by man, or mother nature, it was crafted by the devil as God took his side

Happiness can't be built in a day, but it can be destroyed in one, like Rome.

And there is no more blanket, as the dogs howl and as does everything around

The whispers that once were knives have turned to shouts and swords

From all the noise I can't even hear a sound

Not one except the night sky's own unnerving stream of words.

It tells me tales of wars and massacres, that men went into by force or will

It tells me tales of laughter and of crying, of love made and torn apart

It tells me how tyrant Kings would mysteriously fall ill

And as I look at human nature, of history that's told, I think of how maybe this is a new chance, a start.

Maybe it's not as bad as I think

Maybe endless summer nights are only now my peace

And everybody's suffering, is the strongest, not the weakest link

And dark and endless summer nights are my favourite part of life again, my release.

-💫

Oh

Oh ow that second one hurst /pos

[swiftful-thinking13]

I love Cornelia Street and that’s all I really know