I've got a guilty conscience for all the things I did before I found you.

I wear black to mourn all the useless, wasted days before we met, when I was nothing.

The day I gave you myself was like a throbbing synth in my ear. My savior must have been asleep that day.

I should reject you.

A mob of emotions threatens to overwhelm me. But it's okay. I wasn't born to lose you.

One of my drunken friends tell me to use you, they say I should abandon you. But it's not like that. Instead I think I'll open up the doors for you.

I've been waiting so long for you.

I let some guy trying his best to flirt with me interrupt my thoughts of you. You're always on my mind and I can't get away from you. The image of you plagues my thoughts like a desperate fever dream. I revel in the idea of your smile and the feel of your skin and the way your neck smells while I'm close to it.

You're always with me.

My friends put me down cause I found you in a wasteland. I never think about that.

When I go home alone I consider writing you letters that I'll never send telling you how afraid I am of you. My heart is in your hands and I'm scared you'll make a fist.

Just be good to me.

I see some little kid and I day dream about finding you back then, when you were small. I could've changed your life and made you happy and kept you safe. But I didn't.

Time isn't on my side.

Lie to me if you have to and tell me we're cinema. Tell me we're a fairy tale. Tell me forever is going to come. Tell me.

Tell me that I'll always revel in the nearness of you.