maybe is a vicious word

and I tell myself to let the story end… 
that my heart will rest in someone else’s hand.

and I said
how am I gonna get over you…
I’ll be all right, just not tonight.

I wish you wanted me to stay.

Someday.  

If you can sing Bon Iver to me and play guitar you instantly become a candidate to be my future husband

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