being with someone you were once severed from is like waiting for a wound to heal in a dust storm. if i could just drown myself, it would be in an alcoholic daze, because the hangover was a better cure at getting you out of my focus. better yet, if i could just drown all of my worries out at sea, i would but unfortunately, i would still be able to taste you on my tongue that way, and the suspense is ******* killing me if i'm going to be falling up or falling down i'm not going to know until the moment we fall back together, but i will guard myself from the arrows i'm expecting from you