If I lost you, 
what would become of me? 
I wonder I'd cry, my head hung so low it wouldn't raise

unable to stand the cold, I sought the warmth
and there I found your fingers, your arm
that's enough, that's all I need

everyday is like the last 
so what am I panicked about? 

the cityscape doesn't change, that bowling alley
I was panicked, 
trying to find something to fear, something to overanalyze
just not wanting to let go of the hand I held. 

'when you're in trouble I'll help you, so don't worry' 
I hear a voice flying freely
that's enough, that's all I need. 

my will makes efforts to breathe
so I can look at you head on

don't miss this tiny heart I'm growing for you
it's okay to let some spill but
I swore never to bring shame upon 
that sunny day I wore a flowing skirt

the cityscape doesn't change, that bowling alley
I was panicked, 
trying to find something to fear, something to overanalyze
just not wanting to let go of the hand I held. 
counting on my fingers, the days coming into bud
and the road we took home.

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