In every sense I am out of practice
I have no muscles with which I can memorize your face
But with every elastic or misguided chapstick that you watch me misplace
I find myself breathing
And with breath come the memories so dearly departed
Of comfort and solace I've only had on my own
Ending the solitude right where it started hurts right where the heart is
Or some other example of home
Eyes under covers
Weird how we found one another
With you as my witness to all of our future mistakes, I admit that
Fine, I'm a sucker
Staring you down with an unyielding stutter
What would we be without our inconvenient high stakes?
Rage at the walls
Calm in the room
Willing and able to snooze my every alarm
Hands on your temples
Alive and in bloom
You're a fool I hold with open arms