the way your hair hangs down it hides away your face, for you it’s perfect, but it seems like such a waste. and when i see you sliding past i make my plans, and then my plans slip through my fingers just like sand.
i wish that life could be just like a photograph, one moment captured as you laugh your perfect laugh. but that’s a daydream, things could never be so right, there’s so much more to think about than black and white.