I'm not sorry

You’re not lost
and I’m not found  
in the arms of desire  
we’re just repossessed  
held in different hands  
that smell of overworn t-shirts  
and yesterday’s nostalgia  
 
Four hands
breaking the universe
trying to magic a world
that could never be
forgetting we weren't Gods
makIng an impossible universe for two

I'm not sorry for this love
I'm not sorry for all the lies
I'm not sorry for wanting you
I'm not sorry I gave my heart away
I'm not sorry I took it back

I'm not sorry for you

I’m a head full of dreams  
with a lifetime of regrets  
that write their way down my skin  
remembered only in the faint white scars    
I wear like a monument

You're a museum of anger
with graffiti on the walls
and a history of bruises
you wear like art

Sometimes I feel so small
in the reflection of your eyes
that don't need words to tell me
how stupid you think I am
for wanting the impossible
because we’re not the dreamers  
we thought we’d be  
back when we thought love  
would be the drug to save us
 
Yet I still melt under the illusions
we wove in the dark    
and when your mouth
whispers against mine  
I’m lost
you’re found    
and nothing's changed
we're still heating up the wrong beds
hearts entwined  
pretending we haven’t written our secrets  
in the stars
and forgotten which constellation
we hung them off

If our past could speak
it would say, I love you
I'm not sorry
for wanting impossible things