This became so natural, so easy that I’m almost worried about the backlash,
Because I can’t seem to enjoy these moments without fretting over the future,
Can’t seem to wrap my mind around the possibility of this present.
1, 2, 3, I can’t sleep without you crossing my mind,
You’re getting all the pretty words I used to reserve for page and ink,
1,2,3 I can’t seem to picture you without me,
…Or is it me without you?
1,2,3, here we go again, thrown back into the eye of the storm.
Helpless to the rain, the winds and her charming caresses upon my tear stained cheeks.
Why can’t I seem to trust this the way everyone around has,
Or at least trust in the way they’ve wrapped their concerns in pretty insults and honest love.
And I feel silly, foolish even, because
I’ve never doubted you until I listened to all these voices,
(But I know it comes from a place of love and worry. Can we blame them?)
Yet, these people who don’t know us, don’t know the storms we’ve faced and the waves we’ve created just for a chance to sit upon the shores,
To bask in the moonlit sun, if only for the few hours the sunset gives.
Let us escape into that ocean that shields us from the harsh reality of the storm,
But we can only hold our breath for so long, until the need for certain oxygen suffocates us.
And we find ourselves floating among the waves we created,
The shores just out of our reach.
I guess that trust goes both ways, and I can’t forget the ways I’ve given myself to you,
There, among the shores where we once sat,
Wrapped in nothing but each other,
And that is the memory I chose to lose myself in,
1,2,3, I can’t seem to think of anyone but you,
Can’t think of anyone I’d rather let wreck havoc on this heart of mine,
1,2,3, I never want to picture my without you, you without me,
I never want you to not be waiting on those shores,
Basking in the moonlit sun, as happy to see me as I am you.