close your eyes   clip your wings   tonight.   Think of me, think of when   i get home.   faded pink stars on my cheap shoes   remind me of what i am;   what i came here for.   remember   me please   shortened walks    on summer nights,   tripping over feet.   hardened tears   showed you that i cared   cinnimon smoke travles through my viens   it's not gonna leave;   i won't let it say goodbye.   I'm stuck in massachusetts but i'm living in Florida   with no one person who cares   at all...   think of how we are;   nothing stays the same...