I can't form sentences anymore
Not since the night we met and you showed up at my door
Thinking straight stopped being an option
Just jumbled thoughts is all I'm left with
Through the years I've numbed to your being
Lost all hope of any mystery
These days are numbered, but I'm not counting
A mile up the road is what we call "our mountain"
To this day I know it will all be gone
No more long car rides
No more "I'm right you're wrongs"
At the end of our confusion
I don't care if we were stupid
At the end when our lives are due
I'll say
Being in love was better with you
