I’m writing you these letters, laced with all the obvious consent.   And I’m trying to find the right words, nothing seems to fit.   I would give you forever because sometimes I think it’s all I have.   But if I could just spend one more night with you…   Your confidence is lacking, you’re full of these minor concerns.   When you wear red, the world stops spinning. It stops spinning.   And I would give you, forever because sometimes I think it’s all that I have.   If I could just spend one more night with you…   Don’t say goodbye.   Pictures on my shelf remind me of all the times we shared and how nothing really mattered because nothing really matters.    I spend this time remembering all the times we had.   And now nothing seems like anything.    Nothing seems like anything anymore.    I’m handing you my heart and I don't want it back.