Sometimes it feels like there isn't room for mistakes.
And sometimes, when I think about it, I wonder how long I've spent feeling like that. Being afraid.
Feeling like I'm half sentences, running my bare feet against the edges of rocky cliffs.
I wonder how it is that I miss you,
Before you've even left.
You never saw how far the crack had opened
You never knew I had run out of rope.
Don't you ever think, my darling,
That there are far too many times we've let the sun set on us feeling like this?