39 more hours. till you know where you'll end up. it's sad isnt it. the truth aint always nice. but you'd have to deal with it somehow. I'd be sad too. dont put hopes so high you said.but please dont throw it away. I'd want it. and how am I to face you tomorrow. or the day after. and after. and after.

the air is still stale, and im trying to conceal me on stage. but in the crowd somewhere you'd be looking at me, with those gallant eyes i'd always wanted. but I guess I wont find them there, then.

No I guess it doesnt matter if the grass is greener on whichever side you're not standing on because when you're colour blind there's no difference.