Dust

I used to wash my hands with bleach
Now I’m picking food from your teeth
The old me would say that it's gross
How I take the place of your clothes

I know I’m far from ideal
But love isn’t perfect it’s real

Is this how it feels to be us?
To share the same skin
The same dust
To see my stuff mix with your stuff
Is this how it feels?

You came over to use my machine
Now I watch our socks getting clean
There’s a weird comfort in that
Your boxers say you’re coming back

I know I’m far from ideal
But love isn’t perfect it’s real

Is this how it feels to be us?
To share the same skin
The same dust
To see my stuff mix with your stuff
Is this how it feels?

I’m letting you take the wheel
Im trusting our love is real

Is this how it feels?
Is this how it feels?
To see my stuff mix with your stuff
Is this how it feels?