Idiots to lovers, possibly made dumber

We had a freedom fest, no consequences

We'll have a night of nostalgia to finish what we started

She asked if I was happy with my choices

I am

She didn't hear it the way that I did

A year from today we'll be in another kind of unknown territory

Squinting at the same sun from two different countries

She will have forgotten her question but my mind's mind will remain haunted

Lord help me finish my letters in time

And ensure they get delivered

Before I have to go