the place I go to when I die, will be one of my own design you’ll join me from my memories, the way I wished that it could be true or not, it’s true to me, its my own form of gravity I wont pretend to know the truth for that would be too bold truth, or what I want to hear, I know only what I'm told the words were clear, its meaning true, no matter if it's good for you no matter what I fucking do—I’ll always be in love with you
