Tangerine (Pt. 2)

I don't know

What it is that I am

Waiting for

And though I feel

That it's real, it never

Came to me

And so what?

If it's not love, it's still a

Precious thing

That we have

That we share

Don't you think I don't know

The game you are playing?

I don't mean to judge – only we're

Playing different games

And I'm scared I might be losing

And no one knows

How long this summer will go on

Yet I have the feeling it won't be long

And that's okay

But in my core I know I don't feel that way

For I have come

From a long cold winter and a blossomless spring

But these days I spend with you, they just feel

Infinitely lighter

And my stomach turns a washing machine

The rain, it tastes like cider

And your hands, they smell like

Tangerine