I've realized that... when being with someone... There is still a you. An I A him A her A he A she But I think of we I think of us. When you love someone, they should be your equal, or at least someone you feel comfortable with, who you can talk with late on the phone not just side by side and in bed, feeling the echo of clicks still alone. I've realized that... With you, I get so wrapped up with I can still taste your breath, and feel your heartbeat because it has mine miles away, I can feel the way your hands' intertwine, in my hair. The way I bury myself deep in your edges to hide my scars You carry me off into a fabricated existence, of my hopeless demise, too far- gone. I've realized that... Sometimes I forget what's outside these stolen moments, of hurried kisses, passionate caresses and loving phrases. I get so caught up At the thought and the feeling but maybe that's just my imagination wandering And I think my logic is finally questioning Who am I? Who was I? Where were you before this? Where were you, the time when I crumbled? Who was there? Me
Who picked up the pieces?
Me
So who takes the bullet each and every time?
Me.
So when your shot and looking for someone to patch you back up just for a while know that a while is never enough
I relied so much on you I almost forgot how much easier it is to just heal myself.