There's gonna come a day when you'll feel better
You'll rise up free and easy on that day
You'll rise up free and easy on that day
Of course you don't manage to extract yourself, or slip away. Not that you really wanted to: even as you considered running you knew that the earthy smell of her perfume mixed with pertichor would anchor you to her for as long as she'd allow.
So when she looks up at you with those sleepy eyes and greets you with that melodious voice (who does that? Stays just because you ask them to?) You immediately settle back down, ignoring the rain in favor of stroking the mess of her dark hair. "Thought I dreamed you," you admit, words fuzzy as they push through the cotton haze of the hangover in your mouth.
Pushing up on your elbows carefully you wince as pain throbs against your temples. "Hnng.. so. How much'a an idiot was I las' night?" You've got a feeling you have a lot of apologizing to do.
So when she looks up at you with those sleepy eyes and greets you with that melodious voice (who does that? Stays just because you ask them to?) You immediately settle back down, ignoring the rain in favor of stroking the mess of her dark hair. "Thought I dreamed you," you admit, words fuzzy as they push through the cotton haze of the hangover in your mouth.
Pushing up on your elbows carefully you wince as pain throbs against your temples. "Hnng.. so. How much'a an idiot was I las' night?" You've got a feeling you have a lot of apologizing to do.
And float from branch to branch, lighter than the air
Just when that day is coming, who can say?
Just when that day is coming, who can say?
zephyr
