And in shadows that pace outside my window,
I"ll illuminate a highlighted map;
brightened with all the roads that separate your lips from mine.
And your hands I can't stop dreaming of.
This world's too **** big, and I don't know if I'll ever see you again.
I don't know if kissing you before you left would've made me feel better or would've broken my petty heart even further.
But not knowing what your lips against mine feels like just might be hurting me the most.