I miss you right now
And I'm laying on my back again
I spent the last night
Thinking how you held my hand instead
You're like a honeymoon
And I don't know how to start
I'm sinking low again and I'm lost in everything that you never said
And there it is
Fucked up narratives get so illusive I'm too sick to smile
But I watch your favorite show on the bus ride home
So I could talk to you for a while
You let me in
You step right out
Well doesn't matter you're my baby in my head at 5 AM and I hold you like nobody would've known
White flag turns into my sheets
You're my kind of home
