i'm hopelessly hopeful

i once dreamt of shooting your plane down
and woke up feeling everything right

your laugh begged me for forgiveness
and i struggled to mention that i was glad to have you gone

it's 5 in the morning
you were never the one who keeps me going
but ask me who on earth i turn my head left for,
and wake up next morning feeling everything right

it's 2 in the afternoon and i struggle to see photons bouncing from your lips

wearing light armor of bravery,
turning left was a decision i made
and maybe this war never meant too much
or it was never a war

but i swear i knew,
you were just hopeless enough