We left ourselves behind on dancing wire

The loved ones we left back home will be our choir

Let the doubters be the stick, the thorn, the brier

Fight through the wind, fight through the rain, dance in the fire

SHIT SOMEONE SAYING THEY’RE THE GIRL TRYING TO START SHIT WITH ME IS TEXTING ME BUT IT’S NOT HER I HAVE HER NUMBER

oh man he just told me that the bleachers concert would be our 3 month anniversary and it would holy shit