i’m in love with u, sorry

Love is a shout in the void.

A shot in the dark.

A simple complicated way of making life work.

Love is 4am Skype calls.

Love is pain and love is drowning in waterfalls

Of hurt and love is wishing that you would fall

In love with me again and again and again and I

I’m sorry.

I’m in love with you.

I’m sorry.

Love is sex in the city streets.

And crying over bittersweet memories.

Love is an expensive ass plane ticket.

And I can’t stand a life without you in it.

Love is painstaking gravity.

Falling and wishing you’d say it back to me.

That you love me and you won’t leave me high and dry.

Again and again and again and I

I’m sorry.

I’m in love with you.

I’m sorry.

But frankly baby, it’s been hard to try.

Trying to get my life back in line.

One day I’ll write you one last letter.

A letter that you’ll remember.

Mentioning our song from Elvis Presley.

Mentioning sex in the bedsheets.

Mentioning a whole ass website

Dedicated to you and my last flight

To see you and make things right.

Or make things wrong.

So I write this song.

And again and again and again and I

I’m sorry.

I’m in love with you.

I’m sorry.