maybe i was afraid of that feeling
being around your pretty pictures
being called pretty when the pretty is me
falling so slowly so slight
i didn't know where my heart was
but i knew that it was fine
the world seems to smile when i let myself not think
and you’re still kissing me and i’m still asking
how moments like these are even written about
maybe i'm afraid of knowing how
when i can’t write letters for later
when now is when i can’t sit still