Missing weekdays
Sleeping in always just a little late
But I couldn't complain
With this picture of you sleeping etched into my brain
How many different candles can we smell
In our lives
Well let's start by finding out how many we'll light tonight
Knowing seconds into the situation you wouldn't tell the truth
We promised no more nightmares or feeling unwanted
You're the cup of coffee I needed every morning
Knowing seconds into the situation you'd probably do
Something super f*cked up but to to you it's harmless
What's so f*cking hard about being honest
I miss the warmth in every breath and
Smoking bowls all morning with your head buried in my chest
My favorite thing that ever existed
Wasn't even real, I must have just dreamt it