do i ever cross your mind?
do i ever cross on your every eyesight?
does that bedsheet still make you blind?
does my last phrase stuck still in your every fight?
does the eleven-eleven thing still you be wished?
every countdown you thought you could fix
3, 2, 1, your heartbeat stopped in the same doorway you pleased
does her love give you the same feels?
been a rush, my fault
for the sake of a hush, it had to be yours
as taylor said you would come back to me
sure thing, it couldn't be a future tense
barely made it
a bit more space and faith
but solely, again, honey,
i dodged the warning;
determining a peace for two
would never be a dream come true