normcore rockports

Because there's a beauty to this communication Beauty in your mirror selfies There's beauty in your normcore rockports Beauty in neither of us really knowing what each other is doing besides Lying in bed and staring at the ceiling and thinking about When the next fake apple is going to travel 3000 miles in less than a second There's something to be said about being, or pretending to be drunk enough Just to (Never directly) admit some real feelings for once And objectively speaking, this timing couldn't be more ridiculous But I hope it's good enough timing for you because I swear I needed this too And maybe, after all of this, you've fallen in love with all the things I've said And none of the things I've done (Or that I said I'd done) And maybe that doesn't matter And maybe none of this matters But I know you're there and I am here And I really couldn't regret the decisions I've made regarding my current path more than when I'm talking to you