I want you to be honest with me. Even if it hurts. Although I would prefer for it not to hurt.
I am breathing. In dreams, we never bother to breathe.
Maybe there's a way to keep us in this moment. Not the sad part. But the coming together part.
Little less than a promise, and a little more than a chance.
I would always wait to take you home.
But I think we were walking around like we were invincible. And maybe that's a bad way to live your life. Because you're not invincible. Nobody is. And maybe now that we've learned that, we'll be better.