PaperHurricanesAndPlanes

Not fond of the title. This seems to be about someone whose either been to war, or totally wasted there life. Its quite good, though.

Now mornings turn to evenings, and evenings melt into dreamscapes
There’s a lifetime worth of reasons to follow home the paths these feet made

And just then, as I realized that now wasn’t my time to die
An epitaph of shooting stars grieved its way across the sky
^ That was quite, quite nice.

So build me up, they don’t exist

Instead I’ll be in yours by tomorrow
^ Not fond of these two lines though. They just bug me. Dunno why. 6/10.

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