baby, the moon is blurry,
and i am worried,
that i am too tired to drive.
so let’s pull over,
throw a blanket over the clover,
and turn off the headlights.
because i can never get enough of you.
even when we struggle,
and i wonder,
who are you, and
why do you feel a stranger to me?
even then, i won’t pretend to not need you.
you'll say something dear,
something i needed to hear,
and it will become clear again:
that you are my home.
a home i chose.
the best kind of home.
so, now, even when i long to be alone,
i wish you to never, ever be too far away.