10.17.21
I'm counting the days since the last time we talked and baby, I'm still here dreaming about our good days when I'm always the one you called.
Ninety-nine days did not leave me in peace.
I still see us under the same sky in the night.
I remember you telling me
to ask you out when I'm finally free.
In places where we confide all of our what-ifs,
and in the crowd of people whose existence
caused you so much terror.
Darling, I hope my song brings you back to me.
Love is complicated,
that's what we are, you believed.
All these spotlights around me
hold darkness in you.
All these cameras bonded
in my life drifted you
away from my sight.
Honey, I never knew that fame
would cost me my whole life.
—georginariver
