these days have made me weak, worn me down to the bone
and i can't tell anybody, not nobody will understand
"being next to him is like being in a simulation of constant motion blur"
and what i mean when i wonder if i'm hugging him too much?
nothing has changed, but you give me heartattacks over and on repeat
when you, accidentally, kiss my head.
you've been gone too long, my cold hands can hardly reach your face
you're half gone, and we're both too young to ignite the sparks
though i only find the wonders when you're beside me
but i know we'll be okay,
because boy- nobody has ever made me love, die and puke laughing;
the exact same way you do.

ps. it's nice to be in your arms once in awhile