Strangers Who Feel Like Home

I find it alright sometimes, to lose my way on paths I’ve never walked just because they feel familiar and though with you, I couldn’t tell a truth from a lie,

knowing that you’d never let me see you cry I still feel like there are years behind us, and albums worn with nostalgic fingers where my face smiles beside yours in every candid moment

and I wistfully recall how brushing your skin with mine sometimes feels like coming home even though ‘what’s your favourite song?’ is as far as we might ever get.