Texty: 504 Plan. Treehouse Talk. Fathead.

now that all this smoke is clearing,
the plan has been destroyed
and im back here,
in puddles of what was my moon light,
the only thing that kept me safe from tears,
and pictures of you race through my head,
and now its time for me to go back home,
in my head, im left alone.

and now that we're over this hill,
these arguements will all be gone again
the eyes i love see through you,
and telling me this bridge is broken,
wont help me not to hurt when i see you
and nothing will grow here again,

and now this is the end of something
that made me smile lightning bolts inside,
and tears are not enough to heal this,
my heart will reconnect inside my mind,
but in my chest theres hollow holes now,
and never will i feel the same again,
these empty holes have dried me out

and now that we're over this hill,
these arguements will all be gone again
the eyes i love see through you,
and telling me this bridge is broken,
wont help me not to hurt when i see you
and nothing will grow here again,

take my heart and keep it with you
ill never know another love again
these days i spent with you are telling
the story of a broken hearted kid
and all my life ive never noticed
the rotten taste of heart ache now i know
what it is, and who its for

and now that we're over this hill,
these arguements will all be gone again
the eyes i love see through you,
and telling me this bridge is broken,
wont help me not to hurt when i see you
and nothing will grow here again