love. listen. sing.

Girl, you've got my head tied in a knot and I swear it's coming undone with every word unsung.

Boy, there's something special in the way you lift and press your hands, as if a string held them instead and so we'll sing another tune this June. One to reconcile the feelings that we'll lose.

I'll invest in two cans and some extra sting hoping that you'll still talk to me even though you're an entire life away. And with those two cans and that extra string I'll hear your voice float back to me, points A to B and everything between.

I'll hear your voice again, don't change your mind.