i think that’s what i saw in you. because they’re autotuned, but we’re the real version. we’re messy hair and yesterday’s outfit, and the most random, hilarious sense of humour.
you were acoustic. you were the most lovely version of a song we’ve all heard over and over again only this time i get it.
and whatever it means, i think our little group feels like home. and i still don’t really get it. what it means, to love someone for what they are, and how to be a good person, and i know that sometimes i do a pretty shitty job at it. and i know we’re all a mess. i know i’ve written this stupid poem before, and i’ll probably write it again.
but i think we’re gonna be ok. in the end. and i don’t know what’s going to happen, but… we’ll get there eventually.
no matter how hard. and long, and shitty the road is. and i know. i know. i know. i’m not gonna try and romanticize it.
but in the end, we are going to get there. i promise.
and hey. i’m not gonna leave you alone in this.