I took the long way home.
I've forgotten all the trails I used to own.
Only recall the broken bones,
and every word we ever spoke.
I turned my back on everything that I know.
But I'm coming home.
To every dying streetlight, burning soft and low.
I don't know the roads, all the roots are overgrown.
In the place I used to love I am alone, alone.
But I know it's the weather when it's cold here,
forever frozen over the pavement surface.
It's fucking worthless.
All we know is to smile at the breeze
Because we're jumping off of bridges in our dreams.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI