Seven is you.
Seven is me
Tie us together
And we are 14.
When I was 14 I was writing you songs
You may not remember, but you’d sing along.
I know it’s been years and we’ve both cried some tears
But all’l be forgotten — we’ll bury our fears,
But you’re fucking fearless.
I’m glad for that fact—
‘Cause Darling, I need you
As I exit the Black.