FoundAlongRoad

Idk if I’ll even make it home
Tonight
We didn’t say and there’s a million things
You’re dealing with
Don’t wanna be the wrong side of one of them
I’m writing instead
Of doing that thing you have so much trouble with
You said we would when I get home
But it’s probably changed now
I don’t know
Just stress getting me down like if I can’t help you knock some of your list down and then pass out with your legs wrapped around me
Then I just wanna hold my baby and apologize for the millionth time
For life going this way
Promise him it’ll get better and try to think that way
And maybe just breakdown a little
Get it out
And hope tomorrow is a better day.

(Then the continual thoughtfulness like I already know there’s so much hidden depth but it comes out of you every time you surprise me like taking a slow breath)