If I told you I wanted to sit you down in your bedroom
and sing you songs, and tell you secrets
and read you books by strange and fantastic people
would you let me?

If I told you that I wanted to kiss you on the lips
softly, but then a bit harder
and then kiss you on the cheek
and watch you walk to your front door
would you let me?

If I told you I was leaving in two months
that I had to go, no matter what
and that regardless of what you say, I am walking away
would you let me?

If I wanted to come back
to swallow pride
to admit guilt
would you let me?