Maybe we’re both cowards,
I think that’s what we are.
With the lies I tell myself
I don’t know how we got this far.

Oh, I definitely love you,
but I don’t want to share a place.
Not with those socks you never fold…
Let’s just say I really like my space.

When we’re cooking in the kitchen,
you get that furrow in your brow.
And although I mostly chop,
our companionship feels like a vow.

Our days spent in bed,
Are a welcomed reprieve
And when you are inside me,
I swear I’ll never leave.

But the days where you don’t care,
Like that one a few months back.
You forget just what you want
And it feels like there’s a lot we lack.

We definitely don’t have crazy chemistry
It’s a never ending fight.
I wish that you came after me,
Some sign to know we’re right.

I can’t explain the hurt
of your indecision.
The way that I’m all in
But I’m not your Elysian.

You make me really happy
And you really make me cry.
We could stay together,
Or we could say good-bye.

I don’t want to be without you,
But maybe you aren’t “the one”
You’re so traumatized by broken vows,
we might as well make none.

I’m just as scared as you are,
but I’d really like to be
Planning for the future
With someone who loves me.

But I know that I’m a liar,
and I’ve done some things for spite.
I can see you holding back,
It’s a different type of plight.

You hate the way I interrupt,
and slam the cabinets just so.
But some part of me believes
you love me even though.

So we’re nestled here in purgatory,
both afraid to commit, to love.
Under a smoke screen of sex and wine,
we’re two comfortable cowards, sort of.