It all happened quite by accident.
I glanced at you, and you didn’t look away.
With moonlight caught in your tresses,
I felt for a moment as though I’d never been broken.
It’s never the same and I’m never sure.
Sometimes I think it might be best if we forget before we dwell on it,
But your fingers cross mine as you call bullshit on my lies.
The two of us can’t believe a word I say.
I’ve locked myself in a guarded vault, and I cannot understand how you got in.
Even so, there’s still so much I haven’t told you.
I think I’m a bad, bad person. But you think I might be worth it.
And we’re dancing.
I can’t rest with your words so fresh on my mind,
it still begging to know why your scent–a warm bar on a cold winter’s night–won’t leave me.
Our hands meet beneath the table, your whisper stilling my heart.
Where do you take my fear?
Sometimes I wander, unable to find my way.
Trying to fix pieces that never quite fit.
You steal me away to hidden corners, secreting kisses when you think no one’s looking.
‘cause we think we’re so different from all the rest.
Sometimes it feels like running from wolves,
Ever seeking where once our bodies lay.
And some moments, it feels like you’re alone.
But the truth is we’re never that far apart, and if you begin forget then just remember:
You’re bigger on the inside.