I remember the sleepless nights on the floor
The clicking of the ceiling fan and soft music from my phone
Everything about then and now felt perfect
Laughing and crying on the uncomfortable carpet
Sharing stories and making new ones by the second
Telling secrets that we wouldn't remember in the morning
In fact everything becomes such a blur
That we don't know what we're saying anymore
Somethings are better left unsaid but
We say it anyways
Strange things happen each night
We lay on the carpet that your hair spreads across
I can't help petting and twirling it
Because we'll rarely ever talk of tonight again
Or have a healthy sleep schedule
Though we'll remember it often