It's like i keep losing you over and over again. if its not me. its you. and i'm going to bring an empty suitcase with me when i fly across the ocean on the nineth day of the seventh month. and i'm going to fill it up with all the neat things i can find. and when i come back to the city i'll open my suitcase up and show you all the beauties. and maybe then, you'll understand why.

Kiss | Me