3pm on a sunday

Maybe i'll just have to live life left-handed
Someone grab a kodak, and quick, take a candid
I want to be frozen in time
With you lying on my arm

I still can't put a damn name to your scent
The sweatshirts you've worn and the clothes that you've lent
I'm scared that i've fallen behind
Hold the alarms because

I never thought i'd do something like this
I lay alone; it sufficed
Now i'm trapped like that guy who was stuck in the cliffs
But i want to be here for the rest of my life

You fell asleep quite fast
Psychologists say that means you trust me
I don't know how i've earned it so soon
I've fallen too; it's love, it must be

The record stopped playing
But i can't flip it over
Since you're numbing my arm
From my wrist to my shoulder

Try to sync my breath with yours
I still can't see your bedroom floor
I think i could survive severals years
In this placement, with you, laying here