If you put your hand against my chest,
Right through my throbbing heart that longs,
You'll hear the sound of you.

Never has it screamed
And never has it really jumped off me.
It's done a far scarier thing.

It threatened to leave my heart dead if stays unheard.
Yes, from that sound of you.

So I had to listen to it.

Your laugh, your song, your every single word.
Even your sighs that I undeniably grew to miss.
Your cries that you held tight in your throat.
Oh, those were the times
I wish I could be right there with you
And you could not just be a sound I have trapped,
A distance I couldn't close.

Dearest, you fill my head with pieces of crap to waste my time for.
Like a jobless counting steps from the kitchen to the main door.
Like the fool that I always was.
For you.

They say love is a luxury
And unnecessary.
As though an ad-free Spotify in a world of illegal downloads.

But... I think I'm in love with you.

And as a prisoner of the sound of you,
What else can I possibly do?