Got an empty journal, no places to be
Can never stop the thoughts about you and me
There never is a resolution
There's no successful execution
Would you hate me if i kept trying to breathe
The air of our past, before January?
And if I drown in my illusion,
Do you mind being my solution?
Just one more time, for the sake of things
You and I could be sacred things
Since you're obviously still worth mentioning
I'll fight these odds, against everything
For you












