The poem: I comfort you in sorrow You make me feel okay I don't think you understand How much you make my day Sometimes I sit and wonder What I'd ever do If there was a singular day I'd have to live without you But I don't like that train of thought So I'll think of it no more At the very least We'll always have Baltimore
I comfort you in sorrow
You make me feel okay
I don't think you understand
How much you make my day
Sometimes I sit and wonder
What I'd ever do
If there was a singular day
I'd have to live without you
But I don't like that train of thought
So I'll think of it no more
At the very least
We'll always have Baltimore