Because like the sun needs the moon, they can’t be together.
One of those nights sitting in a corner, crying, and uncontrollably shaking and trying so hard to stay quiet
I wanna talk to someone for five days.
And no hints.
You can flirt, say cute things, be an asshole, whatever!
You have to stay anonymous, then after the fifth day you have to tell me who you are.
Have you ever just had one song on repeat for days none stop?
You wake up to it blasting,
You fall asleep with the words, and instruments just playing away,
You hear it all day and it just it fits how you feel better than any words could.
You’re not happy or sad,
You’re kind of whatever that song is and it’s weird but comforting that music will understand you, and help you, and even save you better than any person ever could?
I hate lying in your bed,
While we’re both laying down.
You say you want me for a friend,
You know I hate that sound.