It's scary, the thought of being alone. No one to love you like how lovers do.
No one to kiss you like how lovers do.
But isn't it scary to love,
with no spark of madness,
no magic in each eye contact you make.
Isn't it scary to waste your time
in half hearted 'I love you's,
lies more than truths and
truths that don't inspire you.
Darling, it's scary here, to be alone
but it's more meaningful,
to eat takeout chinese for one
than to make half hearted efforts,
to kiss how lovers do,
when you're not