APT M

And by the digital light
I kiss your face as it fades into the night.
And when you fall asleep
I count your breaths, each one so soft and deep.
In morning when you leave
I will thread your arms back through their sleeves.
Written in the sand is what I am.

We are the puzzle pieces.

We are warm and brave
when we are barely being well behaved.
Through these walls you wait
and I am barely breathing,
I have never been so awake.
Rarely are we free,
but when we are we are rarely asleep.

We are the puzzle pieces.

Another mistake, another earthquake shakes the ground, but lay down, baby,
I have never been so awake.

And I could spend the rest of my life
with someone only half as precisely right.