You left with both keys under the mat
I left you way before that
I wonder if you still check your phone more then you checked on me 
you hide in the shadows
like i hid in your sheets
(it's the closest i've ever come to peace)
you placed all your bets on me
and i came home with hands empty

it's 3am and 
everything hit me like a brick
without our bubble of broken things
to shield me from it
I should be over this 
i want to argue in circles like we used to
i want to dance like we never did
i want to go back to your bedroom
i want to watch the light pour in