Blame it on the blackstar blame it on the falling sky
I am home. All I want is to be back there with her holding me. I want to be dancing. I want to be waking up early. I want to be stomping my feet. Covered in ink. I want to smash my body into hers and I want to become one. I want to always be near her and in her and on her. I want to not be so alone. God, I sound so angsty, but I just don't know if I'm at 100%. I don't know if I will be until I see her again. Oh god, I hope she comes to Seattle with me.