lets prove them wrong

free falling

remember the days
when we would stay up all night
whispering secrets
beneath a canopy of green
when we would wake holding hands
the early dawn belonged to us
and to us alone
when we would sit for hours
losing ourselves in verses
finding ourselves in lyrics we learned to love

write our names in the sky
free falling we fly

the postal service

you can find me here repeatedly
willingly led - blind to my better judgment
tempting to taste
too sweet to the tongue
and i want to stop in midair
where too long ive been falling
like the postal service
just so damn reliable
this is the sound of unsettling