maybe im up to late maybe ive drank too much maybe i have no idea why i am writing you maybe i wish i could say things i cannot say maybe your there maybe im here maybe im lost in the memory of what was and what is no longer maybe im the culprit the thief the lover the beast
the blind maybe i am lost in dreams wishing for something that doesnt exist maybe love that just is maybe i can play the part and maybe not maybe i will regret writing drunken letters in the middle of the night maybe i will do it again but with all the maybees that float through existance the only thing i wish is that maybe somethings could be undone
