Living with plastic souls, We are backseat lovers jumping out the window

Sometimes pain is indescribable. It just hurts.
And its funny how people can talk so much about nothing, just to fill up empty space.
But I guess that makes it easier.

We used to stay up late talking, but that was a long time ago.
And you were the one who first told me about this. You are part of my story.

and we are broken.