reluctantly
This is not a love letter. I'm not sure what it is. The ramblings of a madman drunk on faint memories and bourbon. I don't even drink. So I say.
Your name is etched into my heart, right where my aorta meets my pulmonary artery. Stings like a motherfucker.
All waves must come crashing down at some point. How did I end up beneath yours?
☠- This is killing me
- What else can I say
- What else can I do
- Waiting for you
Waiting for you.