do i figure out what the hell is right for me.
fucked it up, realized it's not the end of the world.
talked to my dad, talked to my brother.
drained my bank account.
in bed, my body cannot comprehend the mess it's in.
just need hours of rest, but i am on the right track.
i love you. don't ever question that.
cliche but we're allowed those moments.
i would shout it out in my dying breath.
you grew nerves, muscle and breath in me.
and we formed this thing i can't give words to.
a moment in your arms is warmer than the sun,
a second of your time is worth the world,
a thought in your brain is all i can think of..
and i'm ready for anything that comes next
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