find me alone
and I’ll try to be there for you
I’ll look into the eyes that say words you know I don’t want to hear
but we’ll know
and I’ll run into the leaves, where I can hide in the crunching of fall
past midnight and the door opens
nothing could be better now
the fear of letting go is not a fear past midnight, in the twists of the sheets that are as soft as summer
hold my wrists down and look at me, but not like that
because the answer you are looking for isn’t here
it might come with the morning glories
but tonight
find me alone