I almost said I meant it. I meant it. I do like you. But you you are a moonlight night hidden behind clouds. Barely seen for the beauty. Always seen for the hiding. And I I am a song sung while crying at midnight. And man. I swear to god. The moon is shining bright where I can see it. And it doesn't know but I think its beautiful. Oh its beautiful. "Come on skinny love." My voice shakes.