lullabies

i miss the boy with the long hair. the one in the boots and leather jacket. the boy who held my hand and kissed me as if i was the only thing in the whole world that was keeping his heart from breaking. the boy who wrote me love letters... and lullabies. he's gone now. but if he were to ever come back, and if you were to see him, tell him that i'm waiting here for him, so he should hurry home.