Our messes brought us together again,
and I think a part of our selves are afraid;
afraid that cleaning up our messes means
we'll have to throw away the reason we're together.
We won't have that garbage blocking the exit anymore,
so of course we're gonna leave;
but the thing is,
this room isn't what's keeping me next to you.
Let your anxiety rest now,
even if only for a moment;
when we walk through that door,
we'll still be holding hands outside.
https://madmanphilosophy.home.blog/2024/01/21/holding-hands-revision/
♡Sugar☆World☮ 