I Mean... What Could I Do Without It?
What Would I Be Without It?
I Would Snap And Rip All My Best Ribbons Before I Missed The Chance.
Before I Could Say Goodbye.
I Was Sitting On Your Bed When We Were Sixteen.
I Wanted To Hold Your Hand But Instead You Sang To Me.
I Can't Remember What You Sang...
Indifference Has A Way Of Bleeding Into The Most Precious Of Places.