We were both just hands, lips, and too loud music.                
The kind that takes your breath away and changes the rhythm of your heart.                              
Needy whispers and sad eyes.  
Where we would just pretend to be okay.                                      
It was a Sunday spent doing nothing but trying not to think.
Trying not to think about how alike we are and how much you mean to me.                      
How much I need you.