Sharp edges fitting into rounded curves, puzzle pieces.
A piece of something unfamiliar that's always been in my veins—
Red blood cells, your brown eyes.
I never had a name for it, because I didn't know yours.
Were we made to watch the sunrise? Were we made to see the stars? Were we made for us?
I've lost my strings, I've never felt so much myself than when I've been part of you.
Getting used to never getting used to it.
Love with ease, curtains drawn, under covers. Wah, wah, wah.