I always get disoriented on the way to your heart
on the way back home
my headlights seem to stop working
when they touch you / so believe me
I would much rather wander than return
hold tightly to the things I could lose
like seconds like sadness like sanity
like the girl you thought I was
time for the memory that is unmade without us
to fall into this abyss
maybe then I will find the time to mourn it
you know I only call for things once they’re gone
once they’re next to me
you know I only love universes far away
and I love this one
you know I only miss you on the way home