The obstacles we built for ourselves, my love.
Creating decisions to make, my love.

When really it could be this easy:

You,
and me,
and house,
and food.

When the Stockholm insecurity is like I don't exist.
When the choire in my chest is always stuck at the chorus.

But there's a longing in me for things that yet haven occurred,
so I return to the city
again
and again.