Anxiety and exhilaration
mix into something I can’t quite
work out well enough to breathe properly.
A soft skin around a softer soul
and I’ve really made my way home
Life’s no breeze and I can’t quite handle the storms.
It’s supposed to be easy,
supposed to be beautiful
and it is, it is, but
why the hell do I feel so bad
with every passing moment
without you in my bed.
I can’t face the harsh realities of the world without you.
I can only live in our world.