We live in history books
Early morning walk.
Blinded by your headlights. I know you mean to kill me.
Here I shall lay you to rest. Beneath the snow to grow in Spring.
I thought I’d find you here
I am yours to keep.
Turns out the stars were just dust and they would not listen to my wishes.
Yes I know Ariel we got our legs from the same witch.
I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then
”I am yours to keep”