the warm spring nights have nothing to do with my perspiration...
my knuckles are chaffed...
my heart is bruised...
but i'm happy...
because you are...
i'm sorry if i caused any of this...
my brazen eyes were focused on one thing and i forgot about what was right...
i hope you find what is right...
i hope you are happy...
the bleeding sky was enough for me...
and your pretty face still makes me smile...
i still smell you, you know?
i shout for more, but bleed...
you need what is right, and i'm glad you've found that...
just know i will always be here, and you never need to worry...
and i still mean everything i said...
stay sweet.