This is for people
who made make me believe in love.
I wait and I count to the last breath we take
What we made doesn’t make sense.
What’s a wolf without a pack?
Open your chest and take the heart from it.
What’s bad, we’ll fix it.
What’s wrong, we’ll make it alright, alright
It’s gone, we’ll find it.Emily Haines & the Soft Skeleton: Winning