I love his house because I am best friends with his roommate &
I had this picture in my head of something that seems so unrealistic now.

I thought we shared some special moments or whatever, but
Looking at his hands now, I don't think we did, but
His room is so comfortable, so
I can't untangle myself from the blankets.

He fell asleep on my chest this morning as the sun was shining through all seven windows &
My hands were weaving in and out of his hair.

I could hear the city clamor outside over my own internal monologue of wanting to tell him
How I really feel, so
I just chewed through my own tongue once again, but
He is selfish enough to knock knees with another.

I can't believe I reached true peace for like a second in my life, &
Even though he's gone
For some reason I'm still in his room, but
I don't wanna leave.
I never wanna leave.