My fingers swipe away
Every instinct telling me to text you
Your fingers swipe away
Every instinct telling you not to respond
And every response takes longer
And I can hold out a little more
But I wonder if I'm in your head
Cause I can't do this anymore

If I linger in our favorite spots,
One day you'll find me.
The longer I stay,
I realize you're not coming.

A drunken god has
spoke you into existence
A stolen diary that told you,
it’s a sin to return this body
even if its weak bones
couldn’t carry the weight
of your heavy heart

I know I can speak myself out of it
With a blade in my hand
standing on the edge of the stage,
I’ll wait for the Almighty to sober up
and watch me steal his role

After twenty years of rehearsal
I’ll play god,
lights will go off,
and curtains will close

Your followers will clap in awe
at my convincing performance

As I bow before them
As I fall before you

I initially didn't understand what you said, but after a while I realised it was measured. It now seems excessive.

i stand on my tiptoes
stretching toward your lips
stare into your eyes
and press forward with my hips
i ask about your day
if you're excited for tonight
i want to close the gap between us
tomorrow i just might