Lately, I don't know how to make things sound like poetry And I know I promised I'd stop writing about you But I can't.
And it's stupid how I wait for 4 am driveway lights So I can turn over and sleep because I know you are home
But insomnia is now my bestest friend And I ******* miss you. I use my voice for the first time in months Ready to learn how to love you But your driveway lights are now her's happiness. I hope her's 'I love you's don't start to sound much more like my 'I'm sorry's. Funny how we both settled for half the love.