The Part About The Vine That's Growing Through The Window And Reaching Toward My Bed
read all the words upon the note that you handed me so insincerely. what did you expect for me to say when you had to ask how it made me feel? your handwriting was perfect. you spelled everything correctly, except for one small tiny thing that i wouldn't mention anyways.
so now by candlelight in my new bedroom it's in the basement under the stairs. i'm writing you a letter 200 miles away. i hope that it will reach you. some parts of it sound foolish, like the part about the vine that's growing through the window and reaching towards my bed. i hope one night while i'm asleep that i find it wrapped all around me, to come and take me away. i hope one night while i'm asleep that i find it wrapped all around me, to come and take me away.
to take me away to take me away to take me away to take me away.
i hope one night while i'm asleep that vine will wrap all around me to come and take me away.