maybe, if we swallow the words
we could avoid the aftermath
it's not love
if you don't admit it, right?
this story won't end
we won't let the young panic take over
we'll own this story
we'll step together
my heart on your sleeve
your teeth on my flesh
a flood of fervent futurity awaits us
and we'll dive head on
because how will we know
how this one ends
if we don't try
try
our
hands
on
this
love
(God, i can't let this one end
it isn't love if you don't confess, right?)
