missing you like I miss my left hand; it's not right.
wishing you were within reach of my ladder but that'll never come true.
'cause of a pedestal or distance?
most likely the former not the latter.
this'll probably not make mush sense but ever since I saw your eyes, everything went from being about dollars and cents to nonsense.
I don't understand you're willingness to want to stand under this dim light of uncertainty.
wish you'd let me warm your heart to show you the way home.
I'm so far gone