and you know who you are,
you know the score.
I'm sorry to ever ask what you wanted to be.
and I'm sorry for never saying what I wanted.
And to you, my love,
no matter, know, no what.
It will always feel the same.
In twelve hours I'll somehow feel different,
then in fifteen, I'll feel the same.
You are a spell of capture,
you are a breath of beliefe,
and life can contain.
just as I will.
I hope all is well.
Cause fifteen minutes ago
I said that. For the hell of it.
But now,
well,
you know
