I reached to call you and you weren’t there
You haven’t been since summer
And all I want to do is walk home to you
lie in bed and tell you what she said
How bad he smelled
And how they talk too loud
All I want to do is run my fingers through the hair on your chest and hear how much louder your heart beats because of me
And all I want to do is call you to say I miss you
I miss the way we were
the way we were is not who we are
Who we are, are just vague strangers on a train who flash a strained smile to acquiesce to our embarrassment and anxiety
Who we are is never what I wanted it to be
But here we are
