Milk Carton Kid by The Milk Carton Kids
Home was just a broken heart
A driveway to park a car
A memory of a dream long since in discard
So you won’t be surprised
'Bout the joy in my heart
This don’t feel like home anymore
forget her, buckley.
Felt like voice memoing me covering my new favorite song “The End” by Sibylle Baier
And hurting me
And then smiling
It feels like “never again”, is now.
"You pay attention to them because you like to, you want to and you love to. You care for them by following the thread of their life from what you know of their past through the moment you share with them in the present towards where they want to be in the future. And their joy is your joy. This is how you love someone."