i’m gonna treat this dark room like a confessional i hope that’s alright cuz i’ve gone too long keeping the bottle corked on the storm in my mind i know i said many times that i’d be fine but i’ll set the record right, that was a lie
at least i think it was but God, i can’t tell it was easy for the first five months and now it’s hell i didn’t feel a thing when i cut the ties now you’re seeping right back on into my mind
if i could’ve seen the end of the tunnel i’d still be holding your hand i admit it’s my fault but there’s a lot to say for circumstance i didn’t know what i was doing while i was doing it like a tornado tearing through it, i ruined it
at least i think i did but God, i don’t know august sun to january snow and it’s the little things that sink into me i just walked by and you forgot to breathe
i just wanna make sure that you know you’re beyond beautiful and you’re the only one i’ve ever loved like that if i could find one of the edges of this page i would flip to that day and i’d take it back
at least i think i would but God, by now i wouldn’t have a prayer so i might as well stay out i know she makes your smile shine like the sun and i’m still alive so that’ll have to be enough and i’m still alive so that’ll have to be enough