I Made You Myself Old Love
Sometimes
When I think of sex
I think of my room
It's one and two
It's just me and you
Like vines entwined
On the walls of our house
Only the strange things that we think about
And it's fine
It's not by my choice
I've died and moved on
I'm reinvented, as far
As I know
If one things for sure
My body didn't rot (my body didn't rot)
Still stuck in the same spot
Still living the same thoughts
I keep sleeping
I keep dreaming
Again, in your room
I find us holding
It's the truth
In love or lust or anger
We all cry the same
Ashamed, confused, inaudible
Ashamed, confused, inaudible
When we fight
It's frustration
It's things that we can't have
It's excuses that we can't back
My completion
I find in your voice
In your touch
Your eyes show up in everyone
Your thoughts are my thoughts
The same colors
Different patterns
I still remember my room
It was just me and you
Watching movies about
Love and loss and love again
Comparing life just for the hell of it
I always knew what you were thinking
Stare and smile
Ask me what
It's nothing
Always nothing
You're the only one who gets it
