The naming of things

oh boy, itll be a year soon and the remains of my troubled pasts are turning into negative numbers. I don't find the logic in thinking about it when all i can think about is you and us and tommorow. Im optimistic in knowing how soon enough our ghosts won't follow us, we will leave it here in this ridden city. We wont have to pick at our scabs waiting for them to heal. We are bound for greater heights, and even if my chances are whimsical and slight. I'll always have hope for the better. With you.
Os Mutantes is here,
pick up the phone and call me your voice sounds so sweet, it curls up near me.