Maybe I'm just sick of how I fit this suitcase life inside the overhead compartment. Turbulence shakes my hand as I introduce myself, but I think we've met before.
The coming and going of good friends has left an empty room that echoes more than it should.
Slept away another one because it's all I know how to do.
The coming and going of good friends has left an empty room that echoes more than it should.
Slept away another one because it's all I know how to do.
