Sometimes I look at the ceiling
And think about how I could be under
A different ceiling
I think about how big my heart is
And how capable of causing pain I am
I like to think about you
And pretend that I can smell your knees
I become aware of how big this bed is
And how I don’t need all this room to sleep
I’d rather be lovesick
Than not in love at all
It’s very cold in here
But I don’t want to get up
I’m too sad
Maybe I like being sad
I’d rather be sad about you than
Not sad at all
I just want to do those same things
With you
Again
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