"the spinning top made a sound like a train across the valley fading, oh so quiet but constant till it passed over the ridge into the distances written on your ticket to remind you where to stop and when to get off"
"three years, loved you every single day, made me weak, it was real for me, yup, real for me now ı'll fake it every single day 'til ı don't need fantasy, 'til ı feel you leave but ı still remember everything, how we'd drift buying groceries, how you'd dance for me ı'll start letting go of little things 'til ı'm so far away from you, far away from you, yeah"