Looking at me like the sun rose and set in my eyes.
Like I was day and night and all the things you didn’t quite understand.
Watching you try and explain me to yourself. Feeling that you couldn’t.
Feeling that maybe I was more than you knew what to do with.
Feeling that maybe I wanted you to feel that way, and maybe you didn’t.
Maybe the sun made perfect sense to you and just liked the warmth; you liked the view.
And maybe that was enough?Return to issues