I wish I could reach out,
Let my arm stretch back across time
To touch you, even if you don't want to be touched
To hug you, even if you don't want to be hugged
To tell you that it's okay
That not everybody is as bad as they seem
And not everybody is as good as they seem
But you have to trust people, all the same.
I would tell you to enjoy things
While they last
That you're privileged and have no right
To mope, to think your life is the worst
Just because they don't like your shoes
Or understand your artwork
I would tell you that yes, I finally love you
I love you.
That's what I would tell you.