Before I knew your face you were sleeping somewhere west of me, under a ceiling fan turning slow above a narrow bed. I was walking home alone, October gathering beneath my feet Shivering in a gaudy costume Not designed to hold in heat Maybe you walked that corner three summers before I passed it And some other girl stood there asking And you offered her up your jacket There were rooms before we met, there were roads beneath our feet, there were clubs that felt so empty Their sound carried you to me I don't know which God arranged it, I don't know what it all means. I only know the world feels different looking backward through a dream. You said you used to drive past the river late at night, with the windows halfway open and the dashboard drowned in light. I was living two towns over, loving someone I would leave, learning all the little sorrows Passively consuming me All those almosts in the distance, all those strangers passing through all the hands that couldn't hold us Craft the molds of me and you There were rooms before we met, there were roads beneath our feet, there were nights that felt so empty Darkness leading you to me I don't know if Fate arranged it, If it's all cosmology I only know the world feels different looking backward through a dream. Maybe there is no grand plan here Maybe chance is all there is. And there is no Fate or Heaven But I don't care, I'm his, I'm his you were already somewhere breathing, perfectly formed to fit with me while I was forcing jagged edges To fit that were not meant to be There were rooms before we met, there were winters, there were streets, there were lives we almost stayed in, there were people we would leave. And somehow every wrong direction Was the fastest route to you So I guess I can't be sorry For the shit I waded through Before I knew your face, before you ever spoke my name, something quiet crossed the distance. And then it simply remained
