finger nails

 We ran away months ago and we haven't cried since                                                                          We loved carelessly and we went where ever the wind took us

 But now it's time to return to the green grass of wonderland                                                              Not even a watch or a calender stopped us from running

 As we both know all we were in the beginning

 Young and naive as possible pure as water and as delicate as glass

 Now  I feel like dirt under god's finger nails

 Our love isn't special I can put it in words but never in a song

Author's Note

Kinda was bored. I was actually thinking of an ex while cleaning the dirt from under my finger nails