please don’t let my fickle flesh go to waste, for it keeps my heart and soul in its place. and i will love with urgency, but not with haste.
When you go home, will you say good things about us?
Yeah, I will.
Should you shake my ash to the wind, lord forget all of my sins. Let me die where i lie, beneath the curse of these lovers eyes.
and there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears.
and love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.