Comfort & Reminders

It was funny to hear you say that you feel the same way
You fantasise about the scissors in your bedroom and passing cars

So set on avoiding, and splitting, labels
Stacking chairs on top of tables
You approach the microphone and softly sing
Of a time where nothing mattered but sin
Laughing at bibles on beds in hotel rooms
Walking you home, each meeting over too soon

A constant fight between comfort and reminders
Lost weekends of love left behind us
Another extended family to forget
Another endless night that ends

A promise that there will always be a space for you in me
The plans we made for now we shelve
And so I ask myself...

If love was the death of youth
Then will I be the end of you?



Credits
Writer(s): Liam Marsh
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