Anything.
Anything at all.
I just want to end up with her.
I know her secrets, her issues, all the problems she thinks she has and knows she has.
I just see beauty in it.
I see beauty in her.
Beauty in her.
Her
Beauty

It’s the way both of us think the same way, and can talk ab ourselves or one another and feel at ease
The fact we can talk endlessly in our own world and time just continues to speed up, and that even when one or both of us is taken, it remains to be apparent to others there’s hearts around us and in our eyes
But they only resonate in secret, fearing the consequences of being found out

It’s not always bright
there can be darkness
but it’s got a bit of sentimental value to it there’s joy to be caught
even in small amounts

I’ve changed my mind
Things are much different than I saw
And for some reason, against all odds
I’m back in the same spot, with different people

Except for one
One remains constant
One remains important
One remains special

The one, perchance?
Well it can’t be
Not only for the unopen circumstance
But the people around us don’t associate nicely
I’m not seen as built or mature
And you, well, can’t argue with that

Against all odds
We maintain the same situation
Across all possible barriers
The end seems to be inevitable
Wishing, hoping, and never ending

Quite ironic, isn’t it?
No matter how much we desire, or hope
No matter how many women I put between us
No matter how long you stay with him
We still find one another
And things fall apart again

But it’s always broken
It only fixed when you were here
Even though you really weren’t, and neither was I
Having us was special
And this time
I’d like to keep it like this
Even without hope
It’ll just have to be
Bestie,
Against all odds