Olde Pine

Olde Pine - For Twinny

I'm running on empty, I’m through the roof
This worlds not small enough for the two of us but
You are here, I'm exhausted
Your eyes are telling me all of the things that i hoped i would hear

I'll miss the smell of smoke and perfume filling up my lungs as i bite my tongue

As the brown blanket sits soaking up our history, I’m lifted up