I miss the way I'd count the seconds
On those hour-long bus rides through your heartbeats-my ears so perfectly
Contrived

It made sense that the minutes went so fast
If your heartbeats were the seconds
I couldn't fathom a past or a future
We were living in the present

I miss the way our hands felt warm
They say you can't pinpoint the location of an electron because it gets excited
I never knew where we were

I drank half a bottle to myself again
But I still couldn't find you
And I'm not the one that excites you anymore