Mas posto algo,e quando acontece são apenas músicas...
o blog é meu,então adivinhem? faço com ele o que eu...?
Fitzsimmons para acordar,dormir...meu vício de alguns meses pra cá.
And the chair where I've been sleeping
The place that we called home
Will someday watch you leaving
There's room between today
And the last time that I saw you
The pictures in my brain
Will fade until I lose you
If you would come back home
We could start all over
If you would come back home
I swear it would be better
There's room left in the house
There's food still in the pantry
I could fix you lunch
Or take you out for coffee
If you would come back home
We could start all over
If you would come back home
I swear it would be better
Call the surgeon.
Mend the pieces.
