I tried to send you
all of my love on paper wings,
but something got lost in translation.
I spilled my heart but ink isn't nearly as thick as blood,
so I'll have to open up my veins and let you in.
I've been standing at my window, hoping the stars don't mind me saying, they could never compare to you,
Because they remind me there is so much more, but you're here to let me know that maybe I don't need it.
I don't know where you've been, or where you're going.
But honey, I'm just as lost as you are.
And maybe you don't know who you are,
but I've been a familiar stranger to myself my whole life,
and I'm willing to try and find myself in you.