Goodnight

I wish I could say every little thing But it’s stuck in my mouth, caught in between What I think and what I feel And how I’m going to deal With this weight on my shoulders And if I get older Will I regret what I did, regret what I say Regret ever talking to you that day I mean I don’t think I could, you’ve helped me a lot More than what you meant to at least, and maybe that’s where we went wrong Thanks for everything you did, and all the things you do I have to say, after dealing with my shit I am sorry if I broke you More than you ever could’ve been by yourself Know that you distinguished my living hell By just talking to me Caring what I think Caring how I feel and If I think Gods real Which he must be because how else would you be born The perfect person you are, eye of the storm Even though I should go to sleep now, before I drift off Know that because of you, I have things to dream of Goodnight