Day by day,
I replay the Catcher in the Rye
and I'm not afraid to say,
"god dammit, you're right."
I've found everything already,
and daily, dreary just hides.
Someday I hope, you explode.
Someday I hope you're all exposed.
And I'll be in the ruins of you,
helping you piece yourself.
I know you'll do the same for me
when I need the help.
From all the grey coulds.
And every breakdown.
I hope you hear me.
You're the full half of my glass.
You're the reason I'll pass the test,
and try my best.
And if the world ends in our sleep,
at least we all will be in the same dream.
In love.
I'm still in love with a memory
of all the days when we couldn't stop dancing.
There's a future in your heart dear,
and I will be the feature to fill it.
I will be the reason you see no need to kill it.
I will be...