The LOHO #.1: Archive

He shoots from the heart instead of the head
His mouth and his words they rarely connect
He looks to the past and where his tongue’s tread
And he knows he meant the opposite

But she holds him
Like an infant
Though it breaks her in half to know he’ll wake like a man
Sold on cold indifference
When he reaches for her she’s gone
She slips like the wind through blackened sails, but

Who are we to love at all?

And I hope you don’t mind
If I hang all of my hopes
I hang all my hopes on this time
Although I’ve been warned
I’ll probably get burned
I’d rather get burned than to not try

I feel so uncomfortable talking about feelings in general that just posting lyrics to songs that pull at my heart strings a little too much because the idea that I might relate to it makes me feel naked. Also it’s like not cool to have feelings on the internet. Oh well.