mou[u]rning
You asked me how I knew I loved you,
The words could barely leave my mouth.
I tried to write it, I couldn’t.
There was no ink, I could not do that to you,
You deserve to know the reason,
You deserve to hear it out loud.
I care about you more than myself.
We can toss that phrase around over and over,
When we really think about it, how many people would we really take a bullet for?
Rewind.
I care about you more than myself,
Fast forward,
I care about you more than myself
Stop, play;
Will you love me in the morning?
Do I want to know?
Are your bags packed yet?
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