But somehow the blood is on our hands.
Well, it happened again. I guess it's my fault again. I've got very mixed feelings. Should I run with it? Only a very small part of me thinks I should. I had plans.
But if I walk away, will I ever see a chance like this again? Do I even have the luxury of wondering?
If I told her I could love her, I wonder if she'd even believe me.
Why can't life quiet down? Why can't it just come back later? I'm not ready for it. I don't want it now. I can't even really take it now. I just need a "back in a few years" sign that I can hang around my neck and then go to sleep.
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