For All It's Not

We wear our red noses
Each moment's a new routine
Aware that outside our bedroom
Reaching new heights of gloom

You soften my grounding
Unearth my buried feet
Reformat this landscape
Allow plans to lack shape

For all that this time is not
I feel your arms around me
Our hearts collectively caught
You hold me though I'm heavy

And meanwhile, I've come back home
She's there with open arms
Our days grow emptier and sweeter we prioritize and always
Catch the cotton candy skies

She hates that I chip in
But it makes me feel grown
I'd take every hour of brushing her
Hair as she lets go of rushing

For all that this time is not
To witness as her dreams rise
She gifts herself a second thought
Finds maps within her own eyes

And we wake up
And we wake up

For all that this time is not
I cannot shake this feeling
We found out what we all forgot
Just staring at the ceiling

Just stare up at the ceiling