Arrival

I know one thing for sure
Everything is temporary
I thought boredom and distraction are my best friends
At the end of the day, they’re gone
And you’re all I can think about
You make me listen to your favorite song
And smell like your favorite cigarette
That night when the moon was hanging low
When you go down there and took things slow
I can’t stop replaying it in my head
It’s not even enough it came in my sleep
So would you kill me eventually?
Because an old man once told me
Find what you love and let it kill you
Well, I found you
But boy how you lost me
I guess I’m the best fucking book you’ll never fucking read
Just sitting down there nicely in your old shelves – untouched
Covered in dust and spider web and dirt... everything
I still wish it meant something to you though. All of it
Later when you’re cleaning up, we’ll find out

The thing is… I simply want to be with you
Unfortunately, it’s not as simple as that