I don't cut you open,
and you don't ask me why.
You ask if you can come over,
and we pretend that it's just to say "hi."
There's the weight of the world on your shoulders,
there's a deep sadness in my eyes,
yet we laugh, and we don't talk about it,
in the morning, we just say
"goodbye."
It's not love, it's not lust,
it's just comfort,
a body to hold next to mine.
I don't think you're the one that I wanted,
and let's not be fooled - for you
neither am I.
But, you lay with your head on my stomach,
and I hold your hand in mine,
and well, just for a minute, dear
we don't care that much about why.
It's the little and subtle reminders,
that there's a light in the darkness of life.
The hesitant taste of tomorrow,
can be left in the wake for the night.
We all know they write songs about it,
that release from the pain in your head,
those tiny irreveracable moments
where you choose to feel nothing instead.
There are so many questions to answer,
the responses will, hurt and will heal,
but those things can wait till tomorrow,
as we giggle about things that aren't real.
It's gaps in the sooths of the silence,
it's the gasp in the touch of your face,
in a world that seems coated in violence,
won't you lay here and be my escape.
