I’d be lying if I told you that I don’t occasionally wonder if I’m chasing the right one
And I’d be lying if I denied questioning if it would be worth it in the end
But when I remember how your voice sounds before you fall asleep
Or the centimeters between your parted lips that have reacted to me biting mine
I realize I’d rather endure a thousand lonely nights with the thought of you driving me crazy
Than never experience your little things again.