- Baby, we were good... we were almost perfect.
Baby, we were good... It was almost worth it.
We were almost...
I miss you whenever my eyes are open.
And even sometimes when they aren't.
I know I'm supposed to keep quiet,
but my lips keep breaking under the weight.
The words spill forwards,
to you they form into "I love you more"s,
to others they scramble into your name.
Always your name,
over and over again.
Always, always, always,
it's always you.
Signed with an eternity of love (that you will never know to be anything more than platonic),
Your hot mess.
