I don't move things after you touch them
My apartment serves as a museum
It's nice to feel as though you linger
Whenever I'm not there, or when I am
I suddenly feel compelled to text you
At 3 a.m. when I'm too tired to sleep
My eyes scream a thousand words right at you
But my fingers and screen don't make a peep
Many years from now when I die from a heart attack
Don't wanna be at the end of my life looking back
At all the cats I should've held, the streets I should've walked down
But I'm playing a coward
Won't raise an eyebrow that I wanna hang with you
That's a given but I'm living for it
Innocent glances, circumstance: what can I do?
To be candid, I just can't ignore it
And maybe no one knows the answers
I'm hiking through uncharted ground
Like a confused team of dancers
And music made without a sound
Because it seems a lot to expect anyone to be excited
When all I have is me