coexist

Memorised the places on your bedroom floor that creak

So I'd refill my water and keep you asleep

Counting your breath, fuck make-believe sheep

Knowing that you'll be the first thing I see

And I'd grown pretty tired of waiting and waiting

Tucking the days in

Hate to sound cliché

But I think when I met you everything changed

Crossing the road without crossing a line

Lover, you know that the pleasure's all mine