And that my heart beats to your rhythm now.
That frightens me a little..
I am not used to it,
And the sharing of my bed with all that means
And that it feels as if it was always so
And you know it wasn't
I shouldn't feel used to it.
Your face has been a part of me so long
You were always there with us, caring
Though reluctantly at first.
You didn't make the choice
Nor I.
It was reluctantly at first
And no, I shouldn't feel used to it.
