There is a forest inside of me and all of the trees are standing to attention for you. They’d all fall on your order, too, give the word. Maybe you’re rain, or maybe you’re necessary, but you decide. I’ll say in this language, that only the right person and whales can understand - that if you come back, please come back, you decide. If you want Mondays to be Saturdays now, if you want me to paint the sky black, if you prefer love like tap water now, you decide. I will say your name like atonement, I will say your name like every ‘please’ I’ve ever meant, I will love you until birds grow in my throat, just come back, please, you decide.