I’m sorry for what I’ve done,
the way I dance across your dreams,
keeping you up all night,
as you hope to keep your eyes closed a little longer,
lingering in the love we share when the sun goes down.
Love is love and sleep is needless,
when adrenaline is your everything,
swimming in your veins and jumping from your eyes,
surprising tears run past bright smiles,
as we slow dance to the soundtrack of my last heartbroken summer,
because I am fixed now,
and I can’t leave you alone.
You are the bandage on my busted soul,
the certainty of sunrise,
the reason that my crying took on a new meaning,
and I’m sorry for what I’ve done,
I’m sorry for not finding you first.