"Can I go where you go?
Can we always be this close forever and ever?
And ah, take me out, and take me home
You're my, my, my, my
Lover"

-Taylor Swift, Lover

If there was a tornado inside your lungs, encumbering the capillaries of your alveoli, would you save your last breath for me? Oh, love, we're too innocuous to die, and if I was really made for you, would I be reborn again from your ribs?