Still silence filled with the warmth of your body radiating on me while we sleep
I wouldn't dream of being anywhere else other than lying next to you
The light is just dim enough that I can see
the smile you give me after we kiss goodnight
I can't sleep, I can't dream, if I can't have you here with me
Anxiety, anxiety, anxiety
I CAN'T BREATHE
You should be home by now
Where could you be?
Did you find someone better
Someone 10 times better than me?
Anxiety, Anxiety, Anxiety
You are my anxiety relief
So baby please hurry home
So I can fall asleep peacefully
You here with me

I know that you're probably asleep
Dreaming or maybe not
But I can't help but wish that you have the sweetest of them all

I can't help but keep
Replaying our conversation over in my mind
Read~re-read

There's just something in you I want to seek
To pursue, but with caution
Anywhere, you and me

I don't know if I can compete
With any other human existing
All I can do is be me
And pray to God that'll be enough

One day I will be enough
For me

I'm over everything that once was
But I'm not over what we once had
Seeing you change for another
Seeing you do the same things we used to do
Why can't you be your own person?
You said you wanted to find yourself
To focus on your responsibilities
But, you only copied what once was
And tried to make it your own
You are not your own person
I can't help thinking how did I fall in love with someone who only wanted me because I wasn't stable
To take my brokenness for his own leisure
Maybe because it's easier to keep someone who is so broken around
Instead of someone who isn't so blind to what is right in front of them

I don't want you to care because I don't want to believe that you care. The last time I was so unaware that this "care" that you felt was only temporary. I'm tired of being temporary. I want to be that longing feeling in your spine that you just need to crack to feel some relief again. When will I be relieved? I can not yet again be another book that you put down and never finish because you lost interest. Or the fresh hot steam lingering on the mirror preventing you from only focusing on yourself.