There are things I haven't done yet because I said I'd wait for you. There are places I haven't ventured into because your hand is not there too. Sometimes I fall asleep at night and somehow hope I'll wake up next to you.
I don't know how to tell you this, but you're no one so what does it matter? You are nothing as I am too. We're part of the wispy breeze that goes flows gently (and sometimes rockily) beneath the sun. We're no one, we're nothing, and significantly enough we are rather insignificant. I don't mean to let you down, I'm just trying to be honest. Let's be realistic so that we don't let each other down, or rather if we do we let each other down gently.
if I wanted to fall asleep in your arms,
would you let me?