Forgive yourself for the decisions you have made, the ones you still call mistakes when you tuck them in at night
Fingers interlocked like a beautiful accordion of flesh or a zipper of prayer
Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I've tried.
Her dress is the colour of marmalade, she chirps songs that have no words
There are so many things I would tell youif I thought that you would listenand so many more you would tell meif you believed I would understand