you fit. Like that lost piece to the puzzle you've been working on finishing.
It's similar to how the stars know precisely where they belong in the sky each night.
Each one is their very own yet put together they make a light and sight better than separate.
An art piece is only as beautiful as all the colors blended together on it's canvas.
readin my mind, teasin me back, layin me down, pullin me back
Days go on with time never fickering to red from the consistent green
It appears I miss days with you before they're even over while at the same time noteing days just get better than the ones before.
It's a sort of limbo within time. This we keep stealing from each other, it's not a bad crime.
You'd think it was a scheme but this feels too much like a dream
