This is not my favorite kind of sadness
The kind that's almost fun and masochistic
This is trying hard to sync our breaths
Sprawled across your bed
All my life I thought that I was broken
Predisposed to ruin every moment
Living in the shadow of
Fear of my own love
In the end you held me in that same bed
Wondering how this is where our roads led
Trying hard to sync our breaths
I'll love you till I'm dead