27th of december
i can't love you the way i used to
but that's okay, that's been done
but i can love you the way i love now
like the dead poets standing tall,
insides twisting and tossing and turning
deliciously
you will wish to see me in this blue and red forever
for i am taking home to you what your highlands have been missing
and that's all i can do
because i can't let myself love you the way i used to