take my hand and lead the way
out of the darkness
and into the light of the day
I’ll be a story in your head. But that’s okay. We’re all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?
Parents: “Dinner’s ready.”
Me: *runs downstairs into kitchen*
Parents: “It’ll be done in a few minutes.”
- When you were dead, I went to your grave. I made a little speech. I actually spoke to you. I asked you for one more miracle. I asked you to stop being dead.
- I heard you.