carry (v).

4a333de8ddc9ff7f5659da1048b284eeI'm still not ready to fully believe that you're no longer on your way to who you used to be becoming. I'm still not ready to stop making fun of you for all of the things that you do that you think you must (you don't need to). I still believe that in you are Generation words, and love to bring cities of walls to rubble. I carry you, late in the evening in hazy half-sleep, your name is ringing through the inky midnight, and I hum along, I know the song well.