let go of me at my weakest time. and you let me fall down a well that you dug for me. as deep as i drowned, the tips of my fingers never left the light, peering blind. feeling around abandoned ground. here... i'll pull myself out. and look at me - i'm a mess. and i want to remember this?! soaked in love notes forever. days and days of splitting skin trying to get out. but sealing the memory with peach little snails forever on my arm. and i saved every ounce of it, i thought. loved every second of it. out and alone. forgotten. oh, i'm a mess. and i soaked and captured every sweet drop of my sadness. did i want to remember this?