max agostini

I love you because you’re leaving I walked away with empty frames in hand My empty hands like empty lands discovered Why I walked away remembering How to take a walk Take me to your coffee shop for sunset I walked away remembering how to talk To empty frames like I would talk to Empty friends that I could count On my hand the empty times You walked away and all because You thought that I was empty I can count on my hand Because I’ve learned to I can count on my hand Like a grade school maniac I can count on my hand The times I’ve called myself a hand I can count on my hand The times I’ve been able to count on you I can count on my hand though To hold my other hand when she forgets how to count