It was in the march of the winter I turned 17 that I bought those things I thought I would need and I wrote a letter to my family said it's not your fault and you've been good to me just lately I've been feeling like I don't belong like the ground's not mine to walk upon and I've heard that music echo through the house where my grandmother drank by herself and I sat watching a flower as it was withering I was embarrased by it's honesty so I'd prefer to be remembered as a smiling face not this fucking wreck that's taken it's place
so please forgive what I have done no you can't stay mad at the setting sun we all get tired I mean eventually there's nothing left to do but sleep
but spring came bearing sunlight those persuasive rays so I gave myself a few more days my salvation it came, quite suddenly when Justin spoke very plainly he said "Of course it's your decision, but just so you know, if you decide to leave, soon I will follow"
I wrote this for a baby who has yet to be born my brother's first child I hope that womb's not too warm cause it's cold out here and it'll be quite a shock to breathe this air to discover loss so I'd like to make some changes before you arive so when your new eyes meet mine they won't see no lies just love. just love.