Giving up has never seemed quite like the pages I would write for me,

So let me stand on one hand again.

I’ve never learned how to teach myself,

To let myself,

Break apart,

It was better that I tied the ribbon in a foolish way

To remind me,

To return.

 

It’s the way that we come through

When we’re coming too close,

To catch up to.

It’s in way we come through,

When we’ve broken down,

When we’re coming down,

It’s in the way to remind me to return.

 

I want my hand to be the one to go back through,

So  I can tell myself

This wasn’t just a dream

And I can feel again.

Before the pain,

When we still laughed and wished

That we had a ribbon

To remind me to return.