We were both broken in our own ways
Sifting through the rubble for the wrong things
I know you've got a vengeful heart
And I cannot be stopped as soon as I start
But you have seen your darkest rooms
And I have slept in makeshift tombs
And this is where we find our peace
Oh this is where we are at least
We are the same
We are both safe
Underneath the sycamore
Heads-up: Constant use of "I".
Ergo, this is sort-of my personal space/blog/whatev.
You can check my other tumblr acct wherein I usually abuse the reblog button.