We’re on a couch somewhere, with our feet up,
watching something stupid on TV
and we’re laughing
and for the first time in a long time,
something feels simple

We’re on a couch somewhere,
and there’s wine in our cheeks
and cracks in our hearts
that don’t feel so deep when we’re together

Our words move easily here, like breathing,
like an exhale from some center part of us
that can be hard to reach

You’re leaning on me,
on a couch somewhere,
and you’re not afraid of getting hurt.
You’re not afraid,
of being so close to me