I shouldn’t dig up stuff searching for signs but all I’m getting is pure truth that it was never gonna be done. We were always gonna be us. Kids we once knew. Forever stuck but accepting fate. Finding way too many things you left for me to see.
Can’t run around this place without those words replaying in my head. How many others did I cause you to care about and you still told me you were there all along? You knew I was always home, even when I wasn’t. Never met someone who cared more than you did.