If I could ask you one question, I’d ask where you went
You could teach me a lesson every time I got bent
But the alcohol don’t make me forget about it all
Doesn’t matter the season, the leaves can still fall
They slipped hidden messages within the cards that were dealt
I understand myself and all the sorrow I felt
For as simple as I am, how’d it get so complex?
Got me studyin’ the margins and disregarding the text
I open the curtains and listen to the traffic go
But I still get nervous each time my piece passes go
The residue is thick, and the memory fails
I still laugh because the path feels a lot like a trail
—The River - Atmosphere (via opaquedrake)
