Music

Stolen -Julie Moffitt
I’m tossing in my sleep trying to
shut him out of fever dreams
it’s only been a week – a half-hearted
fantasy, wondering what he sees in me

in our separate space we are idols from a higher place
the beautiful ones that everyone wants
and I’d be happy to adore him from a distance
but knowing he adores me from a distance makes this

hard, and it’s slow
longing for just one more moment, knowing that he has to go
and it’s false, and it’s weak
nothing to be said now, but in our silence, we’re both aching to speak

this emotion, frustrated confusion
is it all an illusion and will I wake up to a harsh and empty space
his devotion lies in someone else’s arms
and I am just an outsider trying to save face

and it’s hard, and it’s slow
wanting to be all he wants, knowing that’s not how this goes
and it’s false, and it’s weak
nothing to be said now, but in our silence, we’re both aching to speak

and I’m stronger than this, I’ve been through this before
but what’s one more lesson when the stolen moments are worth living for?

and it’s hard, and it’s slow
longing for just one more moment, knowing he has somewhere to go
and it’s false, and I’m so weak
there’s nothing to be said now, but in our silence, we’re both aching to speak