and then you finally found me
pretending to sleep
you said such nice things about me
i felt guilty and cheap
you took two steps to the kitchen
and just stared at the sink
i couldn’t hold back a smile
i still wish i could have seen;
you having sex in the morning
your love was foreign to me
it made me think maybe
human’s not such a bad thing to be
but I just laid there in protest
entirely fucked
it’s such a stubborn reminder
one perfect night’s not enough
(via heartrate)
