in my chest before i met you, like all the time i thought i w a s staggering on for him i was really justheadedtoyou, to where my feet never lose their grip and the ends of my fingers won't forget what your face feels like in the earliest hoursofthe morning. you h a v e tied a string around my lungs a n d trailed it all the way across the ocean with you, looped your promises every twenty miles or so along the way so i have no choice but to follow you to find out where they end and w h e r e we begin.