Thoughts of you, warm my bones; I'm on the way, I'm on the phone, let's get lost, me and you, an ocean and a rock is nothing to me. I am far away from where you lay, awake the day while you fall to sleep an ocean and a rock away. I keep you in the pockets of my dresses and the bristles of my brushes spin you into my curls today.
I spoon you into my coffee cup, spin you through a delicate wash, I wear you all day.
I was aiming for perfection but maybe perfection is my absolute best, despite flaws. I've been so caught up in what I believed to be the truth, perhaps that was all a facade and what I need to focus on is what I'm being told is truly happening. An outside view is sometimes what can shatter deception when you're too caught up in your own mind.
