I can't grip the good moments tight enough, I can't hold you here, and quiet your thought long enough. It's like the outside word fucking seeps in and taints your thought with things I want to know, but you'll never tell...
I wish you trusted me. I wish you hadn't have left cause if you hadn't I would be yours right now. And I would have kept you safe, and straight, and healthy. Because when you care about someone you want to help them. I don't think of u as helpless. I think of you as Hott Wheelz. Your just you, it doesn't define you to me. Damon is a lot of things, demon, dealer, and to me; friend.
