Seven days of wondering if this is a lie

Or if you’re seeing the same things in the sky

We speak the same language, we share the same hurt

But I’m still scared of being treated like dirt

You feel like home, but I’m still at the door

Afraid to ask if you’re wanting something more

Maybe you’re feeling it, maybe you’re not

I’m scared to ruin the only ghost I’ve caught

We’re leaning so close to the edge of the truth

Healing the wounds that we’ve had since our youth

I want to ask if your heart beats the same

Or if I’m the only one playing this game

Seven days of “maybe” and seven of “wait”

I’m staring at “typing…” and leaving it to fate

Is it just me or is this meant to be?

Are you the soul that was tailored for me?

We’re identical wounds, we’re the same shade of blue

I’m scared to ask if you’re seeing it too

You’re the “impossible” thing I can’t let go

The only secret I’m dying to know

I sent a text and you replied with my thought

The same exact lesson that life has taught

We both have the same way of pulling away

When things get too close or too hard to stay

It’s like I’m talking to a version of me

That’s been trapped in a place I can finally see

I want to ask, “Is this written for us?”

But I’m still afraid of the things I can’t trust

Maybe we’re broken in the exact same spots

Connecting the lines and connecting the dots

I’ve spent my whole life feeling like a mistake

Until I found a heart that has the same ache

It’s you, it’s always been you in my dreams

And now you’re here, coming apart at the seams

You feel like home

But I’m still at the door

Just waiting for a sign

Just waiting for a word

Seven days of ghosts

Seven days of us

It’s impossible… isn’t it?