The kind of love thatβs aching... I watch days fold Into another like laundry. Time never ends just like it, So I measure your absence in pant seams I press together.
Itβs simple to do, Making straight, clear-cut lines Two halves just have to join together. I still love you. You do, too. Our union should be as simple as this routine.
How long though, until I see you? And If then, If we go back? Will you fold again? If you do, I swear to be fair to my heart I'll lay this love out to dry. I can't take you back.