You come down so hard and strong
Sometimes it gets hard to see
You are almost unrecognizable,
The ever-changing unknown
Sometimes you feel every bit a reflection of me.
When I say this, you say that
I pick one, you the other
One second making me warm
The next giving me sweater weather.
Am I to understand this
Or is it okay to let it go?
To want to hear, say and feel it all
Or just believe we were never really meant to know?
You make nights feel like days I haven’t yet seen
And mornings the right kind of dark
In this shrinking atmosphere of you and I,
How can you be the vapour and the spark?
Drenched in you,
Just about slipping away
I sit here, wondering, waiting, hiding
Tell me, will you come for me today?