We’ve been here before my love,
We’ve roamed this room before,
Searched every nook and cranny in search of each other,
Scavenged through the garbage wishing upon that which is rotten to find crumbs that may lead back to you.
We’ve been here before my love,
Lost in each other’s eyes,
Soaking in each other’s arms,
Consumed by the love we share,
We’ve been here before my love,
Praying upon the silence of the nights,
Melodies of the crickets,
Solitude of the darkness,
To keep us be,
Ignore that which so obviously sets us apart,
Leaving us in this moment
Where we are happy,
Grateful,
Home.
Leaving us here were love is real,
Innocent,
Pure,
Young,
And true.
We’ve been here before,
Where we are meant to be,
With each other,
Loving and living,
But like all the times we’ve been here,
We put them first,
The world,
Their opinions,
Religions,
Taboos,
And like all the times we’ve been here before my love,
It ends in immense pain,
And like trauma,
The pain ever so fresh.
