i look around this town
and see the places i've spent hours with you
it all started at that fairground
in our own little world
laughing until the sun goes down

and as i see these places
i find myself smiling
because there is nothing to do in this town
but we always manage
to make something out of nothing

and as long as i have you
i have everything
in this boring old town

time doesn't stop for anyone, it only moves forward, so to dread on the past is a pointless thing, yet we still find ourselves doing just that

tell me you want me
tell me you need me
and promise me
you'll never leave me

it is the worst feeling
people still having faith in you
when you've given up on yourself
people believing in you
when you don't believe in yourself
it is the worst feeling
people still caring about you
when you couldn't care less about yourself
people asking for help
when most nights you can't even help yourself

when a boy shows you his hands
bare except for the dust
he’s begging you to look past
take them in yours.
squeeze them once.
twice.
say without speaking
that you understand that the valleys
in his palms were meant to cradle
shooting star wishes
that he’s allowed to still hope for.
when a boy shows you his eyes
of milk and crimson and melanin
a bloodshot vein for every night he can’t sleep
let him shut his eyelids.
say without speaking
that you understand that the black hole pinpricks
of his irises hold more than the universe
should allow.
when a boy shows you his soul
shivering but still working toward friction
iced over but still working toward melting
let him come to rest next to yours.
say without speaking
that you understand that he is lonely
and that his silence speaks volumes
and that you kept his treasure close
because you love him.
when a boy shows you his hands
show him your hands.
when a boy shows you his eyes
show him your eyes.
when a boy shows you his soul
show him that
this is a comfortable place to rest it.
when a boy shows you the hardness that shaped him
show him the softness
that you have in store.

i cannot quite explain the fears inside my head
but they express themselves
in the broken skinned lips i have
and the gnawing on dead skin
they express themselves
in the chewed on fingernails
they express themselves
from the sores from picking at hangnails and scabs
and they express themselves
from popping my joints as much as they will allow
do i look as anxious as i feel
half of this **** i don't even realize i'm doing

i can't imagine my life without you
actually
i'm imagining that right now
and there's tears running down my face

i wasn't looking for love
in fact i was drowning in self-hate
i thought i was too much to handle
like a hot pan
but then you crossed my path
and the moment i set eyes on you
i knew there was something about you
i knew i had to talk to you
and now here we are
i'm deeply in love with you
and that's not something
i thought i would be saying
anytime soon

you've opened my eyes
to a bright new world that is so much clearer
you've opened my heart
and made myself feel welcome in my own body finally
you've opened my arms
and your body just fits so right