To me you were precious like you were something holy. I thought that I knew, but I guess it wasn't showing.
So we knew there was pain with knowing and I guess you wanted to take my pain away every other night in a car that smelled like the cologne I got you.
You let me hold my head in your lap so you trace your finger across my face and call me soft.
It was raining and you looked at me pass your eyelashes like I was something holy and the world was nothing but ashes.
There's a sanctuary in the spaces between us and in my skin when it touches yours,
I pressed your knuckles to my lips,
and carve my waist into your hips
just like you're a sinner
and I'm something holy.