Pedestal کے بول

driving the same road, not much to see going toward weather more suited to me ending this whole thing by waving my hand I hope that you don't forget what we planned for years down the road when we both grow old but we don't have time for that now so you stay here and I'll go on but I'm leaving this pedestal empty to put you upon dates and persimmons are filling the room not leaving space for my sorrow and gloom I'm glad you're not here, so don't try to be I like you just how you are around me even though I don't have much time we don't have to finish this now so you stay here and I'll go on but I'll think about us playing house everyday that I'm gone you say what she said, it sounds just as wrong maybe it's best that I didn't stay long