I sit and I stare, and I run old scenes through my tired head, of the days that we laid on our backs and said “forever”. Was that the best I’ll ever be? –Sister Hazel, Best I’ll Ever Be
I sit and I stare, and I run old scenes through my tired head, of the days that we laid on our backs and said “forever”. Was that the best I’ll ever be? –Sister Hazel, Best I’ll Ever Be