I got yr picture & Im coming with you.
Dear Hannah, count me in.
There's a story at the bottom of this bottle and im the pen.

Lace up yr shoes.
*Ae-oh Ae-o-oh.*
Here's how we do.

Run wifey run.
Dont ever look back.
They'll tear us apart if you give them the chance.
Don't sell yr heart. Don't say we're not meant to be.
Cos, I would die fr you. On Skyway Avenue.

And when it all comes down.
To a sunrise on the eastside. Will you, be there to carry me home.
The remains of my wasted youth.
These wasted time on my 63ex's before you has left me,
shaking and waiting for something, more.