did we dig ourselves shallow graves while were still too young, or did we just sumble upon a feeling
i open my window. it's late at night. and you're standing there in the dark, all alone, and even though it's 3am, you're the only face i want to see. fuck -- you're all i ever want to see. i want to say so much; thank you, i'm sorry, what keeps you awake at night -- but i really don't know what to say. and i don't know what to feel. but, thanks.