now, i am so tired.
the sun’s rays have stretched and became the evening,
as today ends.
and, oh, today, i’ve done so many things.
today, when the day began, when it was night,
i fell in love and confessed. and then you answered.
today, i was hopeful. today, we are hopeful.
but as the shadows come out,
i feel tired.
i feel this longing,
to crawl into bed,
this longing to absorbed beneath the shadows.
and you’d come, if you wanted.
wherever you wanted,
that’d be fine.
today we became something,
and as this day ends,
i wonder what we’ll be tomorrow.
but against all odds,
against this world.
i think we’ll be something.
and i sleep with that knowledge,
tucked into my heart,
a note against my chest.
long time no see,
i’m not sure if i’ll say that to your face.
this day, i’ve been elated and terrified,
then hopeful, and wondering, and odd,
now tired but weary but happy. sure.
how will we ever go home again?
me and you, we’re doing things they’d think us crazy for,
things i think myself crazy for.
but i have no regrets about you.
i’m glad you know,
and i’m going crazy.