Natalie.

sketchbookthingz:

Because today feels like an “everything in transit” day

This is morning // That’s when I spend the most time // Thinking ‘bout what I’ve given up // This is a warning // When you start the day just to close the curtains // You’re thinking ‘bout what // I’ve given up

Where are you now? // As I’m swimming through the stereo // I’m writing you a symphony of sound // Where are you now? // As I rearrange the songs again // This mix could burn a hole in anyone // But it was you I was thinking of

I read your letter // The one you left when you broke into my house // Retracing every step you made // And you said you meant it // And there’s a piece of me in every single // Second of every single day // But if it’s true then tell me how it got this way

Where are you now? // As I’m swimming through the stereo // I’m writing you a symphony of sound // Where are you now? // As I rearrange the songs again // This mix could burn a hole in anyone // But it was you I was thinking of

And I can’t get to you // I can’t get to you // I can’t get to you// 

Where are you now? // As I’m swimming through the stereo // I conduct a symphony of sound // Where are you now? // As I’m cutting through you track by track // I swear to God this mix could sink the sun // But it was you I was thinking of// It was you I was thinking of 

And where are you now? // And where are you now?

And this is my mixed tape for her // It’s like I wrote every note // With my own fingers
"You echo in the halls. I feel your shadow on this empty stage. I hear your music through the walls. I see your picture on the blank page. You echo in the halls."


Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness (via ifoundmyheartinboise)