if i could frame it

quiet mornings
i hold my breath to make sure i can still hear yours
quiet evenings
i sit and wait for you to fall asleep
that's the safest way to be

if i could frame it
if i could give it a silver lining
if i could say it in a way
so your brain doesn't tell you you're dying
we could compartmentalize
but something tells me that's not working tonight
if i could frame it, well, that would be nice

i study and practice theoreticals
that mean nothing when the moment really comes
so i clung to the list and i ran with it
i'm sorry that my failure was insensitive
but i'll sit here if it still makes sense to you
my hands and my shoulders will be steady
i'll paint a future i can will into existing
if you could humor me whenever you feel ready

i'd wake up to the smell of your coffee
and you'd go on morning runs
we'd both embrace the quiet
and watch the dust float and settle in the sun

and i would just frame it
i would just give it a silver lining
and i would say it in a way
so my brain doesn't tell me you're dying

i would compartmentalize
and everything would just fall in place for the night

i would just frame it, and,
wouldn't it be nice?