If the curve of you was curved on me, I’d tell you that I loved you before I ever knew you 'cause I loved the simple thought of you.
But really, all we want, and I speak for the entire human race here, is contact. Someone to let us know that we aren’t alone. That the world isn’t a dream and you and I really are happening at the same time, even if it’s not in the same place. That this is real. You’re really there. I’m really here. We’re real.
This is real.
Did I ever tell you on the day you were born
I stopped believing in Jesus
and started believing in You?
And sometimes it’s the metal in the wind chimes
that reminds us how soft the breeze is.
So even when you grew like a switchblade,
more junk in your veins than blood,
more rage on your lips than love,
I still believed in you.