Your aura spills into my half empty soul
I'm pessimistic, I refuse to believe it's half full
You know when we hold hands for too long and our palms get clammy?
Well I don't mind, the sweat reminds me of the anxiety I had when I first met you
How you turned that anxiety into comfort
How that comfort completes me
It's not that my soul was broken
It just wasn't fully developed
I know you
Your voice plays a familiar song
Your smile tells a familiar story
I hadn't heard that story in a long time
But now I recite it every time you cross my mind
I smile
Your aura spilled into my half empty soul
No longer do I feel incomplete
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 12:01 AM UTC
Your aura spills into my half empty soul
I'm pessimistic, I refuse to believe it's half full
You know when we hold hands for too long and our palms get clammy?
Well I don't mind, the sweat reminds me of the anxiety I had when I first met you
How you turned that anxiety into comfort
How that comfort completes me
It's not that my soul was broken
It just wasn't fully developed
I know you
Your voice plays a familiar song
Your smile tells a familiar story
I hadn't heard that story in a long time
But now I recite it every time you cross my mind
I smile
Your aura spilled into my half empty soul
No longer do I feel incomplete
