The one where the butterflies buzzing around my chest like bees don't hold as strong of a sting.
Or the thorns I left in my back when I fell in love with you.
The one where I fell in love at 1,
Kissed you at 2,
Missed you at 3,
Walked you home at 4,
Waited for a call till 5,
Drank after 6,
woke up at 7 and went back to you,
Stayed the night at 8,
Woke up with you at 9,
Rode our last Ferris Wheel at 10,
Left at 11 and waited to get a call till 12.
The one where the numbers weren't in order because it was different every day.
Let me keep the memories of 1 a.m. to 12 p.m.
Because the thought of you clouds my head every day.
And I'd love for you to stay but I don't want you to make you go away.