neverendingshorts///

the moment we forgot we were just good friends
i moved my arm (his) face went red again
one more bus home
another silent weekend

said love was painted gold
like all things growing old
the paint peels and slowly falls
you already know

looking out the glass
always sit together
we both know we could be someone better
not with our heads like London weather
said love was painted gold
like all things growing old
the paint peels and slowly falls
you already know

words by jack steadman(edited a teeny bit by me)