when the morning came, we were cleaning
incense off your vinyl shelf
'cause we lost track of time again
laughing with my feet in your lap
like you were my closest friend
you say i abandoned the ship but i was going down with it my white-knuckle dying grip holding tight to your quiet resentment and my friends said it isn't right to be scared every day of a love affair every breath feels like rarest air when you're not sure if he wants to be there
in my opinion one of the sweetest things is when someone actually listens to the music you recommended or your fav artist because of you so they can talk about it with you