For seven odd seasons I felt you rock your self to sleep.

Seventy miles or seven inches, your heart beat synced with mine and I could feel you as you did me.

An empty life till I was seventeen, it took seven tries, seven trials, seven lonely walks down seven flights to break the curse of sevens.

Seven scares, seventy seven days and seven hours left the magic dead, buried seven feet deep, my heart torn into seven million pieces.

I dream of seventy. The seven thousand hours it will take to piece this heart together, to get it to beat once again.

I dream of seventy. My heart, old, patched, will beat once more. Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beeeeeeeeep!