I'm loosing site of who you are. I'm missing out on all of my time. Its times likes these that make me hurt, when you're arms are around me way too tight. What a way to spend a perfect summer. Clouds alligned, casting shadows over sympathy. So when it comes time for us to take seperate breaths, maybe then I'll understand the simple meaning of your best. You'll find me between the city and the sea. Thats where I;ll be, as the skyling stares back at me.
