It was the year. I crashed my motor bike. I think it was the summer. I think you whispered. . When you gonna wake up?. When you gonna wake up?. . Dear.
I lay down, I cant sleep. My mind drums on repeat. I stare at the ceiling from my side. I reach out you're right there. But you're lost in the details.
I know that yesterday is gone and it won't come back to me. But I miss it after all it never really lasts as long as we meant for it to be. There'll be twists and turns, they're pulling us and tearing to the seams.