laudanum

Letters To Cleo

It's getting harder to believe I've gotta go,
but I don't want to leave.
You've got your mortality on your sleeve.
And if I'm something you've outgrown,
you think that maybe I'd have know.
God I wish I'd just known.
I want you to be like me.
It would be so easy if you'd just agree.
[I] I've chucked it all out in the past
'cause you're the one I want at last
you are the one for me.
I want you to be...