Paroles de Love _____

I always knew that I would live and die in Boston. When I was five I put my hands into cement and you knelt beside me. It dried up and hardened so fast. We packed our bags and headed south leaving them behind, never coming back. To those same small hands that pulled you through a crosswalk, ready for whatever's coming next. Someday I hope you find everything you want and just forgive me for everything I'm not. I'll try and hide how damaged I've become. Oh my god, why is the world so sad? I always knew that I would live and die in Boston. When I was five I put my hands into cement and you knelt beside me. It dried up and hardened so fast. I guess I found my way back home but those hands no longer fit. [I was never any good at saying sorry, thank you for that.] But I'm ready for whatever is whatever is coming next. I always knew that I would live and die in Boston. When I was five I put my hands into cement, and you knelt besides me. It dried up and hardened so fast.