you had me at spelling "You're" and using "too" correctly

Dark matter, mad hatter, grey areas, ink to splatter.

Think through the last time you heard a song that pulled on your heart strings.
The recompense to a broken heart. The time you wish you should have but didn't.

Lips tight, daylight, everything is all right.

You can hear it swirling just underneath the surface. The realization of "THIS IS WHAT IT MEANS" and your heart and breathing quicken to uncontrollable levels. It feels so raw, scary, ...good.

I promise that there's nothing lost when you come back home.
They keep telling me that. All of it makes so much sense, and yet is so far off.

And then you think, we'll eventually have to make out and stuff.
Science and love and wind, and then we realize that it got cold outside, and bliss.