Next To You

There's no time like the present

There's no time it's a social construct

There's no rhyme or reason

We're just trying to find something we love

I love the way you talk when you're tired

I love the days we walked under spires

I find it hard to be uninspired

Next to you

Next to you

I read the book that you bought me

To tell you the truth I couldn't follow the plot

But it looked good with my coffee

And made me muse about the things I'd forgot

I love the way you talk when you're tired

I love the days we walked under spires

I find it hard to be uninspired

Next to you

Next to you

There's a picture of us in Kingston on my phone

There's a mixture of rust and green in the window

Though we both knew you were leaving

I looked so happy

Next to you

Next to you