Bimmie

So this is what you call a 'thank you'? This is what I call a reason to look forward in fear. And it's up to you to make a choice as long as I'll be here. I don't presume I can't fall any deeper. But don't get your hopes on, don't let it go to your head, I'm the thermometer and homesickness is the flu you'll get. I won't make it seem like this is the end everytime you head out to space If you keep on this pace, I'd forget the days we spent. I've got my finger on the trigger to get this memory erased. The choice is up to you: the bullet or the embrace. I learned things to live with from you, You learned things to live for from me.