staring our your window. i don't miss home at all. (break like bones) this place only represents all we ever meant to each other (just like glass) and all the people i've met. and every promise we made.
so i'll bury my hope. i'll bury my hope in basements and in grange halls. and wait for the sun to return. i'll wait for the sun to return. we'll break every promise we made to ourselves while we wait for the sun to return.