I wish I could say every little thing
But it’s stuck in my mouth, caught in between
What I think and what I feel
And how I’m going to deal
With this weight on my shoulders
And if I get older
Will I regret what I did, regret what I say
Regret ever talking to you that day
I mean I don’t think I could, you’ve helped me a lot
More than what you meant to at least, and maybe that’s where we went wrong
Thanks for everything you did, and all the things you do
I have to say, after dealing with my shit I am sorry if I broke you
More than you ever could’ve been by yourself
Know that you distinguished my living hell
By just talking to me
Caring what I think
Caring how I feel and
If I think Gods real
Which he must be because how else would you be born
The perfect person you are, eye of the storm
Even though I should go to sleep now, before I drift off
Know that because of you, I have things to dream of
Goodnight