Verse 3

I used to think we would never be anything 

But then you’re kissing me before we’ve brushed our teeth in the morning

And I’ve fallen asleep on your thigh

You’re driving out of your way

And you’re listening while I tell you it’s all mental.

You’re telling me it doesn’t have to make sense,

It doesn’t have to be rational when it’s illness.

You’re happy to come to the door

And I’ll open it with weak knees.

You’re on the phone with your mother,

My legs stretched across yours

You’re taking your fingers off my knee to talk with your hands

You’re murmuring and humming responses to things you’re half listening to

And I’m watching you watch me.

I always say you met me at the wrong time.

I always say I hate the person I was back then.

I always thought that knowing me past the surface was a surefire way of losing out.

We were talking about karma in December

And the songs that sound like falling in love;

We attributed that swell with devastation

Minor keys and vibrato.

We were talking about the ways in which we don’t know how to love in February 

The same night we silently decided to give it a go;

I think we had the time just right

I think we’re doing just fine.

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Cover Photo by Nathan Martins.