touch my heart when you miss me.
give me one more word.
one word that can compete with every letter
I’ve ever thought about writing to you.
what is sleep anyway?
besides time passing in a place we can’t be seen
balconies, fingertips,
things we shouldn’t be doing.
what is sleep anyway?
cause I don’t wanna be your friend
you can tell me something’s wrong
but I don’t know wrong from right
just that the timing of my heartbeat
gave me away
and now I can’t tell time
without your hand on my wrist
your taste in my mouth
let me love you like I have always wanted to love the world
let me write for you like I can’t think about anything else
let me be here and not have to keep wondering what it’s like
what is sleep anyway?
besides time passing in a place we can’t be seen
long drives, longer sunsets,
forevers we can’t define.
what is sleep anyway?
just the cover of darkness for
things we shouldn’t be doing.
what is sleep anyway?
cause I don’t wanna be your friend