Where would I rather be, you ask?
Nowhere I know is better than home.
Nowhere I know is home,
as long as home is someone I know.

Do I deserve better?
Do I really deserve better than not sleeping
because I am talking to myself?
Do I deserve sanity?
Do I deserve the insanity that comes
with leading a life without you?
What was it like before you?

On a long scale that life and the universe make together --
I divide the time between before you and after you.
Or should I say since you?

Maybe I love you because I'm afraid to be alone.
Maybe I love you to be alone.