I'm Jake.
I wish I would
1. This is how it all started.
Broken chords can sing a little.
We don’t know what comes next.
We don’t know what for at all okay?
I kept the photographs.
So come on home and I’ll let you sleep
inside my bed, protect you from all the
monsters in your head.
This is learning how to say hello and goodbye
at the same time.
This is just another shaky attempt at love.
I set sail, I wish I would.
I am only writing words for people that are
afraid to get out of bed.
