In my room,
in my bed.
Under blankets,
resting my head.
In your hoodie,
I remember
you were wearing
when we first met.
I'm really tired,
I want you here
in my room,  
half asleep
and holding me
in your sweater
that you gave me.

I no longer listen to those songs I once loved,
because I don't want to turn into
what could've been for you and her.
I always thought we'd find our own songs either way.