You told me you loved me that I’d never die alone, hand over your heart, let’s go home
Everyone noticed everyone has seen the signs, I’ve always been known to cross lines
the sky is low
gather up its harm and gods
with grateful arms
i am tired
i am weary
i could sleep
for a thousand years
You’re not the guy to make the sacrifice play. To lay down on a wire and let the other guy crawl over you.
and I still wonder why heaven has died
If anyone could make me a better person, you could.
“Hope is kinda the whole point.”
- Sam Winchester (2nd May, 1983)