There are books I couldn’t finish years ago that now feel like they were written for the version of me I’ve now become. And that’s the quiet magic of timing.
You told me you waited for me, you said that you won
Asked me on a plane from Rio, do I ever think of us?
And you were at my wedding, I was broken, you were drunk
You could've told me not to do it, I would've run, I would've run