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When I drove up to your house The other day I thought of all the scenarios That might have happened If you were outside At that time But then Nothing really happened

I want to apologise In advance Because I can't think of Anything better to do Than to text you Brutally honest feelings At 2am in the morning

How overwhelming, i think i'll just go to bed

Too many expectations to fulfill

I guess I'll post more pics 2moro

I still think about that time in the city It's like one of those cliche movies about chance encounters I wish time could've stopped then And we could just stay in that moment Just walking along the streets Talking outside and sitting infront of taka Until it was late It was almost perfect Almost But I've got a flight to catch And you've got someone else waiting for you We held hands in the taxi on the way to the airport And said some sweet things before letting go But I guess that's what made it kind of special We knew it was only temporary And being in a place where we weren't tied down by expectations It all felt new and familiar at the same time.

I wanted to be a jet fighter pilot And when everything has gotten too hectic And i've launched missiles and pulled the trigger On too many lives Too many targets I'd tell you that i'm leaving on a highly classified mission one day But actually i'd just Stole the F22 and hit the run way and took off And i'd be on stealth mode so they won't catch me on radar And disabled all the communications and trackers so they can't find me I'd fly right into the stratosphere as high as the plane can take it, so high the horizon begins to curve and the sky opens up to stars The only noise is the jet engine roaring behind me I'd coast on this altitude for a while Until the fuel reserves are low Then I'd drop down slowly and slowly and slowly Fly close to a remote island somewhere in the caribbean or maybe thailand And hit the eject button right before i crash the plane into the sea I'd swim to shore, take off my jumpsuit and change into the clothes i packed in a bag Then i'd text you somehow And tell you to come find me Here And we'll live the rest of our days On this island.

In all possible ways If it really is just perceptions Maybe we're just convoluted And everytime insomnia strikes You think about how many times It would've made sense If only we'd just take it On face value But see, we're not this soap opera That ends every season with a cliff hanger And nobody hangs on to sweet words Like forever anymore because Time's made us skeptic And doubtful And a bit more rough on the edges That's why It's easier to just Discard all the rosy images And not believe in perfect Because we're just lying here Staring at the ceiling at night.