NATE
Who could ask to be unbroken
or be brave again?
or be brave again?
Or honey hope even on this side
of the grave again?
of the grave again?
Nate had been high before, nearly any whim or urge he'd felt in his old life filled as soon as he'd had it, but this, this blew everything else he'd ever felt out of the water. He had been struck by the vague feeling of lost sensation in those first few unnecessary breaths, had felt a moment of loss, but he knew now it hadn't been necessary. This was all he needed, all he'd ever need need from here on.
Then, she was pulling away and he didn't fight it, despite the soft noise of loss that left him. His eyes made their way back up to her as she fussed with his hair, and he felt a loyalty spark in his chest unlike anything he'd ever felt before. He smiled, teeth showing, and shook his head. "I will always strive to be better though. For you."
Then, she was pulling away and he didn't fight it, despite the soft noise of loss that left him. His eyes made their way back up to her as she fussed with his hair, and he felt a loyalty spark in his chest unlike anything he'd ever felt before. He smiled, teeth showing, and shook his head. "I will always strive to be better though. For you."
And who could ask it to be sound
or to feel saved again?
or to feel saved again?
But stick around until you hear
that music play again
that music play again
