A lot can happen in four years I whispered while your fingers were in my hair. The night was calling us together, time threw us in a moment where neither of us had an answer to why you called or why I came to find myself in your single bed with feet that hang off the end letting you pull my clothes off with those hands that always know how to hold me slipping your fingers right between the space of my ribs. I paint words on your neck with my lips that envelop how beautiful I know you are. You don't think you'll come back? I tried to walk around the world enough times in that moment, in my mind to tell you something you'd want to hear but all I got were ***** soles and a steamy kiss to cradle the shake in your spine- Not even for me? whiskey, whiskey, whiskey I don't even know what will happen to me. So I just hold you enough times until the truth settles, until the realization has become a manifestation of tossing and turning together in your bed wrapping around the heart-shaped symbol of love in our heads.
A lot can happen in four years I weaved around the promise in your brain. You retraced the curves of my neck with your hands, pulling me in so we wouldn't feel so lonely. And even though we can't admit in the denial that we were spreading around each other in a pretty suspension of how we wish things could eventually work out, we understand how hard it will be to take waiting for the other after all that time. Not even for me? whiskey, whiskey, whiskey we just healed the break with a kiss as we spent another night trying to forget we were real, masking on our own graduating fears A lot can happen in four years.