If ours was a story
that could be told differently
Darling, might I tell you
what I would do?

Change every setting,
every scene that's upsetting
and replace it with something
good and brand new.
Because yours is a story
I never let you tell
for fear of
what that might do.

But now I know different,
I know who I am
and what it is I see in you.
A star that's on fire
and beautifully grand,
and there's nothing that you
couldn't do.

I'd paint you a picture
of purpose and plans
and give you
the bright,
shining moon.

So that when you
close your eyes,
and there I am
I weaved only
warmth and good
memories inside of
*you.