hanging out from stretched hearts that skip a beat when the night asks into itself about the bruises left black and blue enough of the world to leave us empty and cold sometimes i want to just run away back into your arms right to the very beginning but i’m not stupid and i know that growing means that we’re commited and involved with the sun and seeing as to how my demons don’t know how to sink or swim, they just are and i just am. my heart is yours until the end is my only excuse to not go on. my heart is yours until the adventure is at an end, my love.