It’s forty-five past midnight; I’m not sleeping again
I turned on that blue light you gave me, and I feel like I’m underwater
It reminds me of you, but I guess everything does
Slow motion emotions, going through the motions
Undercovers, undercover doubter. Now it’s been an hour
Do the other lovers know that with anchors cast in safety they won’t ever grow?
And it’s been pretty rough, but what choice did we have?
Wait for one to fuck up and be privately glad?
Oh, I fell for love, but we were better than that
Insecure eyes drawn to inevitable cracks
And I sill don’t love you any less, but my head is far less of a mess
I want you to know that I’m happy. I hope you can feel it.