I wish I stole something of yours
So you HAD to come back

So I could show you that it’s not me
That’s it’s the timing and the distance

This empty feeling of unknown
And wondering what is worth holding on to
Or when this knot in my throat will one morning be gone

I wish I took something of material
Because it doesn’t mean a thing to you
But for me it means everything

One more time to hear your accent
And play that hard to get routine I have down pack by now
To compare languages, and thoughts, and sayings
That we both know and don’t know
To inspire each other to change our ways of thinking
And to challenge each other
That we do have this connection
And we do have a reason to
Fall harder and deeper
Instead of remain on the surface
And be shallow
like material things