Am I afraid to be without you or afraid to be alone? Am I afraid to be with you? for everything to feel too much like home?
Iām afraid to miss the pictures we painted With the pads of our fingers In the haze of car windows. I'm afraid to walk past your house, to wait for you at your doorstep and find only the smudged signatures of snails scrawled across the concrete.
But I still need you when Iām weak and Im trying not to be weak But its dark and Im lonely and I wish I was running my hands across your face