It’s the little things that matter.
|Mom:||There are kids in this world that didn't get nothing!|
|Brother:||Yeah, and there are kids that got more than me!|
Do you ever see me like I see you?
Walking down the street?
Standing with your friends?
Staring at the clouds?
Do you ever hear me like I hear you?
Yelling loudly for attention?
Exhaling the cigarette smoke from between your lips?
Judging silently others as they pass?
Do you ever smell me the way I smell you?
Fresh roses from the garden?
Sweat from frustration?
Chemicals your drench yourself with?
Do you ever feel me the way I feel you?
Loose and worn from the years you’ve lived?
Smooth and firm from the years to come?
Small pulses from the years you haven’t?
Do you I intrigue you the way you intrigue me?
It’s been almost a week, and I’m still not over this song *_*
I negatively self reflect more than I should.
I hate getting out of bed when my room is freezing.
We’re just cool kids livin like the good times never end