With this pen and paper I will write something beautiful to you postcards and pictures all the things you swore I would never do with this all on the table I've lost all my fears now Im able to breathe and if you could see me now youd be so proud that I finally left this town whats a dream worth if its only a dream was it too much to ask to see the sunset over the ocean before my last breath escapes these lips all that I have is that old picture and what you wrote on the back