I just want to bend together like a jigsaw puzzle
Lose track of which leg is yours and which arm is mine
I'm fine if I don't remember everything when I wake up
as long as when I do you're there, someone's there to
watch over me. Take care of me and pretend like
whatever I did the night before will cease to exist
that I will continue life pretending whatever last night was
didn't happen.
Because that's the beauty in those nights
when you lose track of it all when you let your mind fall
and you pretend and hope someone might catch you
and for a moment they do
they hold out their hand and you feel their fingertips
slip through your hair just long enough for you to feel that they're there
and then you hit it. You wake up in the morning and live your life
like nothing ever happened. Like nothing ever did happen.
And sometimes it's sad to forget.
But the most beautiful things were never meant to stay.