In that alternate universe, my hair is a mess and so is yours.
But for once, our minds are not.
They dont feel so clouded and tangled.
Peaceful, I guess.
Everything feels gentle and easy.
I guess thats what I crave the most.
To just feel okay again.
To feel safe again.
To feel hope again.
Maybe in that alternate universe, we dont drink whiskey at all.
If our humor would be as dark.
Would we work out if we were different?
Would I still want you if you were different, if I was different?
I dont know if this is the only shot we get.
I dont know if our fate transferred across galaxies and timestamps and different versions of ourselves.
I have a feeling we dont get another chance elsewhere.
At least, I hope not.
Because it would kill me to know Im with you somewhere I cant feel.
At least we got that.
Yeah; at least we got that.
