Walters

You made your mark on me You laid your past to sleep No other man went here Alone under the light Anyone else would slit from sleeve to shoulder Anyone else would not deserve your life It seems that all lines convalesce the other side It sense that all I've worried for is vain Larry climbs into his lawn chair, waves her goodbye Unties from the post, races towards the sky Takes a sip out of his beer and says it looks amazing He said it looks amazing Climbs until he can't think, can't hear himself Shoots at the balloons and falls to the ground Jumps out of his chair and says it was amazing. He said it was amazing Get me down. Let me down. Get me down. Now that I'm miles above you hear Did I stamp the last out of all my fears? Is there nothing left for me to do? Is there nothing left for me to do? Is there nothing left for me to do? Went out on a hike and he never came back again