Besedila: Hopeful (The). Love Letter. Annabelle The Conqueror.

I'd set my world on fire for you if only to burn the distance between us. and i never want to shut my eyes again because dreams don't make this easier. dreams don't make this easier. i could paint the walls with the blood of another failed friendship if i didn't think that this could work. and smiles don't make this easier. smiles don't make this easier. you stay with run down coffeehouse tears and your face is still blurry. i feel like lies don't make this easier. you flood back with every breath past four AM and a mouth that still tastes everything you are stays tied and holding me here. i breathed in more than i could take this time and i'll put it away; i'll hide it underneath a blank page in a book filled with pictures of dying. and i'm dying