David Bazan

Inner Lives
In the morning I awoke to find you home Haven't gotten used to the idea of being alone The way we had of never quite meeting eyes Or else we both might betray our inner lives Come on Come on Come on Come on Come on Come on Without a word you make coffee for us both Without thinking, I sat down and made a joke The way you laughed at me threw off a little spark In an instant, I remembered who we are Come on Come on Come on Come on Come on Come on From Letras Mania