It's a good possibility that I'm a good possibility. So why don't you and I give ourselves some time to fly and hold the wings of patience through the slow December sky. Balance your choices, change all your plans. Throw in the towel if you want all of it. Walk that plank of 'yes and no' until you find the line of best fit. Your name has never sounded better, you know that I agree. So if you choose the lose the path you choose, Just call me Option B. You're in over your head, while I'm head over heels. And it's only real if it feels like it heals. But I'll throw in the rope when you start to go down And i'll dive in heart first if your soul ever drowns. Have faith, my dear. For the only thing left is the one thing that's right. Sleep soundly knowing I'll be with you tonight. Random bouts of inspiration. Christmas is a week away. I'm so happy I could burst. Good tidings.