You’re like all the nice parts of everyone I’ve ever dated.
Except there’s none of the parts I hated.
I wanna make you breakfast every morning, nap with you every afternoon.
Wake up to dessert on the kitchen table.
You bring out all the parts that hide from me
A trigger filled landmine
You’re my landline but god **** I’m lying if I say I’m fine
Because I’m ****** up and the truth *****
That I want nothing more than your touch
Say it again, run away with me
We’ll sit in the sand
Take my hand
And we’ll wash away our sins like the day we were baptized that one Sunday
But we don’t believe anymore
And you don’t call me like you used to
Trying to forget the mess you made
Telling myself that it will be okay
Though you’re in my head fifty times a day
Of course I’ll pick apart every word you ever said
Turning them over between my fingers
And I remember
The way your hair smells like honeysuckle
And your laugh feels like velvet
Your skin, like silk.
Or my favorite **** rug, depending on the day.
Except you’re not turquoise, but I would nap on you every **** day.
Coming up with words to fight this tugging in chest.
And I’m trying so hard to forget the imprint you left on me.
But I can’t seem to get my **** together.
Fighting a one sided battle, within this skull of mine.
Arguing with reality, for its lacking credibility.
Had a date with the reaper.
Handed me the shovel, I told him I needed to wait.
Because while my lungs struggle for air
I’d rather feel this way
For it’s a sign that I’m alive
And that you’re in my life
If only when I sleep
So, I’ll meet you in my dreams
Where we have no fear
I promise to court you every night
So that you wake up embraced by the beautiful light
See you on the other side
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 11:43 AM UTC
You’re like all the nice parts of everyone I’ve ever dated.
Except there’s none of the parts I hated.
I wanna make you breakfast every morning, nap with you every afternoon.
Wake up to dessert on the kitchen table.
You bring out all the parts that hide from me
A trigger filled landmine
You’re my landline but god **** I’m lying if I say I’m fine
Because I’m ****** up and the truth *****
That I want nothing more than your touch
Say it again, run away with me
We’ll sit in the sand
Take my hand
And we’ll wash away our sins like the day we were baptized that one Sunday
But we don’t believe anymore
And you don’t call me like you used to
Trying to forget the mess you made
Telling myself that it will be okay
Though you’re in my head fifty times a day
Of course I’ll pick apart every word you ever said
Turning them over between my fingers
And I remember
The way your hair smells like honeysuckle
And your laugh feels like velvet
Your skin, like silk.
Or my favorite **** rug, depending on the day.
Except you’re not turquoise, but I would nap on you every **** day.
Coming up with words to fight this tugging in chest.
And I’m trying so hard to forget the imprint you left on me.
But I can’t seem to get my **** together.
Fighting a one sided battle, within this skull of mine.
Arguing with reality, for its lacking credibility.
Had a date with the reaper.
Handed me the shovel, I told him I needed to wait.
Because while my lungs struggle for air
I’d rather feel this way
For it’s a sign that I’m alive
And that you’re in my life
If only when I sleep
So, I’ll meet you in my dreams
Where we have no fear
I promise to court you every night
So that you wake up embraced by the beautiful light
See you on the other side
