If it's okay with you,
I'm gonna build a fort for the last time
Before I am physically unable to do so
But I can't sleep in there,
The nurse said it's bad for my back
But maybe I can just stare at it,
And pretend we're still in there,
Pretend we're still young,
Pretend we're no longer strangers.
And it'll come of time again,
And I'll cry until my eyes are dry
Because I think about how,
At 4am,
I never left things how I wanted.
