Letter of...

I send you this latter of sympathy
I send you this latter of love

And for the next weeks
An answer to is all I ask

In the middle of my room
Hope grows to the ceiling

And all my thoughts burst against the rock
And all my feels build an ear-battering thunder

My behavior is driven by sympathy
My behavior is driven by love

Over the last weeks
Not so sure what it all it all means

In middle of my room
Hope fights uncertainty

And all my thoughts burst against the rock
My feel build an ear-battering thunder

Choose me, choose me, choose me, choose me