oliver
John Flynn
Walking up to your door, could you love someone so insecure?
Knocking twice, growing ill, eyes frozen shut, sun-washed lips still
Breath held tight, i wait for you
But it stays blue, no one's home tonight
Wait 'til you come home, 'til then I'm alone, but that's the point
Sorry could never undo what I did to you, so what's the point?
Oliver, forgiving me is the last thing you would do