I wish I had met you years ago. When we were both innocent and alive with youth. I wish we could run to the oceans and streams. I swear I've been there with you a lifetime ago.
I close my eyes and we're 1995 swaying in the breeze with our DocMarten's and collars, humming why you have to let it linger to the batteries in the speakers. The lives I've lived to get to you now. I pray this is the final chapter.
