A place to ourselves as we cleaned off the shelves
My, how things pile over time
Our hearts were racing as our fears we were facing
The whole night, I ate maybe a dime
It was new and exciting, it was thunder and lightning
An ineffably beautiful storm
What I wanted to hear, you spoke loud and clear
My face grew rosy and warm
What I wanted to hear was also a lurking fear
The ground beneath us shook
For the walls I had built were starting to tilt
And I thought I was closing our book
Little did I know that when I said "No"
I'd begun a recurring trend
For today marks one year and I am still here
Tell me, when will this end?