I send you this latter of sympathy I send you this latter of love and for the next weeks an answer to is all I ask in the middle of my room hope grows to the ceiling and all my thoughts burst against the rock and all my feels build an ear-battering thunder my behavior is driven by sympathy my behavior is driven by love over the last weeks not so sure what it all it all means in middle of my room hope fights uncertainty and all my thoughts burst against the rock my feel build an ear-battering thunder choose me, choose me, choose me, choose me