My blood still flutters
at the thought of you being
all I thought you were.
My face gains a freckle
every time
I remember that you and I watch
the same sunset every night.
Is it ever gonna be enough?
Treading water is getting old.
Can’t live with you,
can’t live without you.
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 1:55 PM UTC
My blood still flutters
at the thought of you being
all I thought you were.
My face gains a freckle
every time
I remember that you and I watch
the same sunset every night.
Is it ever gonna be enough?
Treading water is getting old.
Can’t live with you,
can’t live without you.
Wrote this listening to metric and thinking of lost friends
