the air is as it was when we first met
freezing and brisk, the wind always exposing my cold face
i listen to the songs i listened to last year when i would take the bus to your house and it’s as if i was suddenly underneath the old sky
magical and new and feeling so excited to see you
but i carry on walking as the old bus passes by

i never wanted you to see me with my hair blowing crazily in the breeze
i wished to stay in the dark forever, where i was nothing but a shadow of myself
a silhouette to love, all my flaws hidden away
when the sun came up i’d be so ashamed of my face

but i’m better now and i couldn’t have done it without you
walking in the cold air feels so eerie because i’m reminded of our old selves
but it’s enchanting too and i’m so confused

i don’t think it could feel like anything else