I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from here to where you’d be
It’s only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I’d find your face
My finger in creases of distant dark places
I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I’ve found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science
Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me
I’m miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
After I have travelled so far
We’d set the fire to the third bar
We’d share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can’t keep in
I’m miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
And miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
Love this song.
When You Show The Tech Guy Your Problem
(via: buzzfeed)
story of my life: when the technician came over to see what was wrong with my tv, there was nothing wrong with it.
| — | (via idareyoutoclickthis) |
And I miss the rush of your skin
And I miss the still of the silence
As you breathe out and I breathe in.
| — | ~ Matt Nathanson (via gatekeeper) |
| — | Maya Angelou (via julie911) (via quote-book) |









