Letters, Faith, Hearts, Dreams

How many letters do I have to write To have you here? How do I know That when I finally give myself Back to you You won't throw me away Again? Faith Fayth Fayyyth Oh darlin' I like when you want me I like how you treat me when I don't give you what you want I like when you need to hit me I like when you want me dead I like to hear you say F*ck you I like to think about you writin' that down In your journal In your mean poems I like when you feel bad and scratch it out And send me hearts I like when I see you in my dreams And everything's ok When the real me and the real you get to hangout And they get to talk up there And look down laughing At our little bodies Asleep in different beds Four hour flights away This world isn't real And this gap isn't real