In a melody that sounds
much like a memory
I found solace in a lyric
so fragile yet flawless.
Now I sing to that tune
and remember that last spring
I was afraid and alone
but now my happiness is handmade.
My Melody
We out here writing and junk
We out here writing and junk
In a melody that sounds
much like a memory
I found solace in a lyric
so fragile yet flawless.
Now I sing to that tune
and remember that last spring
I was afraid and alone
but now my happiness is handmade.
