three words: three hundred and sixty-five fold.
away and we'll fly until no one exists. and i'll pray but she'll cry when the problems persist. cause i know it gets rough but i'll catch every tear. with a big enough bottle to collect all your fears. so pour it all out, when you're finished, i'm not. i'll seal up that bottle and give it to god. and he'll cast it away in exchange for a new. full of promise and hope, and of joy and of truth. and maybe when we're thirsty, we'll drink from that bottle. baby, i'll pour you a glass and we'll toast to tomorrow.
.finality.
.finality.