Maybe like a year from now, it won’t be so hard
Once this wound has scabbed over, and this scab turns to a scar. The scar tissue will take its turn, and harden around your heart, and after all this I’ll still hold you in the highest of regard, and if you’re at the bar. I’ll try to buy you a drink, and ask hey girl what do you think about getting out of here and going somewhere where it is warm the entire year? where you can show off that skin, that you’re so good at fitting in. I could tell you that you’re the prettiest, but I’m pretty sure you won’t be interested. But there is not a place I’d rather be. Maybe like 5 days from now, we could have the best time we’ve ever had, if it weren’t for my advanced abilities, to fuck shit up so bad. I am still less of a man than times this week I’ve held your hand
I’d ask you again to forgive me but I already know you can’t I just wish I could show you all the lessons I have learned with no you I have half the mind to blow through your front door to tell you no two people should be together quite like this and it would be unfortunate
If I saw you in public, because I made myself a stupid promise that I wouldn’t try to buy you a drink, and ask hey girl what do you think about getting out of here and going somewhere where it is warm the entire year? where you can show off that skin, that you’re so good at fitting in. I could tell you that you’re the prettiest, but I’m pretty sure you won’t be interested
Now there’s still not a place I’d rather be