My creative evolution sparked from a heartbreak
The plan was that we would meet
far from this madding crowd
At the Mountains,
where the grasses are cushiony green;
And we would sit there for a while
Talk about old times
Drink some whiskey
And then I was gonna tell you
That,
I hadn't spent a day without thinking about you.
A Summer of Growth
The plan was that we would meet
far from this madding crowd
At the Mountains,
where the grasses are cushiony green;
And we would sit there for a while
Talk about old times
Drink some whiskey
And then I was gonna tell you
That,
I hadn't spent a day without thinking about you.