Empty days and lonely nights
Provide a blueprint for the things I write
So when people ask me, I know just what to say
The thought of you helps me wake up every day
And I don’t believe in fate
The only fate is the fate you make
So I’ll keep my nose to the grindstone
Cause that’s all that I can do
I’ve got good friends that help me too
And someday I will get back to you
On the back of my hand is the number she wrote
I’ll call her when my whole world goes up in smoke
Until then I’ll wonder what could have been
Cause everything works itself out in the end
Only kids on the West Coast seem to know these songs
(via meganmack)
