Maybe there's a space on paper in between the lines
Maybe on the fridge it hangs and maybe not in time
Maybe there are things to hear that never come out said
But maybe times like these are when you're better left on read
My heart physically melts it aches for you I feel it in my chest
It's consistent and coherent but my body never rests
You keep it cool and keep it clean I watch you like a clock
Matter of time before the switch begins and feelings start to rock
It's like a glass I have in hand with no liquor at the brim
So thin and glossy I look to a crack who knew to be so grim
A broken piece of pottery left by the creator swore
To have less meaning than other piece and left behind closed doors
But the sun wakes up and flashes through my room and early hour
And a new day starts don't fall apart please just go take your shower
