Throwing Rocks - Amarionette, Andrés

Summer, You used to sneak out of your best friends house

Meet me up at Windermere Park

I haven’t seen you in a month…

I wonder, if all the older boys your cousin knew

Ever tried to make you laugh, like me

At her parties

And maybe it’ll take a while to see

That all of your mistakes were hurting me

And maybe it’ll take a while to see

That I have been at your window throwing rocks, aimlessly

Old new new verse

‘Twas a trickle among

The crevices of all your motives

Confessing your secrets

Telling me how you need it so

Racing hearts and minds in a merry go round of emotion

Activating all your senses

Hold on tight, I’m on a mission

And maybe it’ll take a while to see

That all of your mistakes were hurting me

And maybe it’ll take a while to see

That I was at your window throwing rocks, aimlessly