As soon as the world is better, right after your obligations to everyone else are completed, then I can have all of you
My dreams tell me to leave, tell me you’re here in a different world, and I’m stuck holding your civilian clothes, super heart beloved
Tell me you’ll be right back again, and again, and again.
I’ll just sit in the candle lit dining room empty, begging God to remove the stinging sensations of regret sadness and hope, broken heart cocktail
Am I your enemy? Wanting the best of you while giving the best of me and you’re not ready to be one, you swear necessary unnecessary errands are almost done.