What happened to my sanity?
I think I lost it on my way to you
At ten PM on a Tuesday
Broken and tired and wanting.
I know I still had it back in April
Right after the breakup and before my confession
And before dozens of late calls and early texts
before the back of your car and before your lips on mine and
before drunken words and drunken thoughts and
touches that seemed like heaven even if I'm not sure you meant them.
Maybe I misplaced it by the campfire at your house
When you were drunk and I was buzzed and we were dancing
and I told you I never felt so comfortable before and you smiled
and you looked up at me and I kissed you because I couldn't not kiss you
not after what you were doing to me with all your gentle touches.
Are you sure you didn't take it?
Because you've sure taken a lot of things away from me
first my breath and then my time and then my thoughts and then
my mind and then my words and then my lips and then my body
and now I'm kind of wondering if that's where my sanity went too
I'm guessing it's where my heart is...with you.
Well, if you find it, let me know.
