Some text should never send.
Love is but only a story, and some stories shouldn’t end.
But, when they do won’t you wonder when it all went bad?
Won’t you reread all those words, and wonder when it all went mad?
Some text shouldn’t send.
Love is but only a story, and some stories should never begin.
But, when they do, won’t you view the world in a new light?
Won’t the bliss consume you with each word that you type?
But Those texts always send
And those stories always begin
And those stories always end
The only hope is in the fact that all things can be written again.