they say the end is coming
everyone's up to something
i find myself running home to you
sweet somethings
you're in the shower singing
i'm sitting next to you
sweet somethings
how could you want anything else
lemons ohs, crusty bread,
and honeyed nothings
we got it all
to breathe and be alive
laughing till our lungs hurt
sleeping next to each other
accidentally touching and holding
so that we forget
about the sorrow and the sadness
whew
we made it
more than 80 hours of bliss
and unfiltered nothings
somethings
knowing looks
and silent communications
i think you're the friend i've always wanted
