I don't know where you've been.
Not knowing your own name.

I remember growing out.
Instead of growing up.

I'm afraid I'm close to all that's left.
All that's left of...
I'm afraid I'm close to all that's left of us.
Of us.

I'm not afraid of change.
but I would change the outcomes.

Put your name on my hand,
So you'll remember when I'm dead.
I'll admit I'm still afraid of the dark sometimes,
And I will admit that I miss you.
I wish that you miss me too.