Back to You
It always comes back to you, you know. The center of it all, the center of me comes
Back to you
I learned so much about chemistry since we fell to pieces. I learned that there is good chemistry, and bad chemistry, there’s sufficient and there’s great chemistry
And then
There’s chemistry that fills the room beyond the two of us, that explodes, felt by all
But it doesn’t all burn down to chemistry
There’s the familiarity of each other, the connection that can be worked at, yes
But the best connections are the ones that just are, beyond explanation, strong
You’ve always come easily to me
We never had to learn what to say, it was understood-I never questioned how my body fit into yours-it just did
The puzzle pieces were already made; they just had to be put together
And when we fell apart, it was the most unnatural thing in the world
My bed wasn’t made for us to sit against a wall, so stiff and so apart
My bed was made for middle ground and soft lines, soft touches
So what I’ve learned is that Chemistry doesn’t go away, you +me will always explode
And as painful as that can be, it’s natural. And natural is a whole lot less painful
Than pretending to be something we’re not
We can ignore the connection like a scar we should cover so as not to have to tell the story of its origin
Or, we can use that scar to our advantage, we can learn from it and not make the same mistakes
It always comes back to you, damn it, and I know that for you, it always comes
Back to me