Hearing your voice, as you picture me in your mind
I can recount the moments when the places I once called home made me feel whole.
Late nights in the parking lot, spilling my all
as the music illuminated our connected that was deeper than words could explain --
that I thought I knew but was more than blinded by the beauty that I always wanted to see in a man.
It was wrong yet I couldn't separate myself from it.
The storms drowned me consistently but my love helped me stay afloat.
Just the way you described, but we're more than separated now.