I think me and you can live in a fairytale in my head
where you send me roses everyday
and I kiss your head every time he hurts you.
You never moved away and I couldn’t count all of the hours that I spend sleeping
that you spend awake.
I didn’t have to worry about waking up one day and you not being here,
and for you, with me, the same.
I never left you,
we never cried over each other on lonely nights,
I never broke your heart and you never broke mine.
We could love each other as loudly as we wanted,
not caring who would hear,
you wake up in my bed
and I realize we have nothing to fear.
But this can only keep me safe for so long,
you’re slipping like ash through my palms
and I dream of you,
then wake up to an empty bed and a broken heart all over again.
So I’ll tell everyone about you,
and you’ll remind yourself that distance is only a few miles.
I’ll find religion again and pray for you
and you’ll promise me that everything will be alright.
Except maybe this time I’ll believe you.