I built the shadows here.
I built the growl in the voice I fear.
I made a building…
It’s got two thousand floors.
and when they all fall down,
I think you know it’s you they’re falling for.
The thing is that your decisions aren’t going to change. You change one decision and you’re a different person. Maybe I never dropped out of architecture, maybe I never met the boy that I regret, maybe I never made new friends, maybe I never lived in this city.
Maybe I’m an architect now, somewhere else, living in some other city, with some other boy. Maybe I stopped loving you a long time ago.
But that isn’t how it happened, and I still love you. At this point, it’s too late to change the past.
All I can do, is live my present in a way that makes the past bearable.
