Every relationship has its equilibrium 
And can we find our way
Coz you’re with her
But that’s okay
And am I just being a fool
Or a masochist
To think there are many ways 
We could exist
Like living in two separate plains
Going by our decisive names 
That we made for ourselves
And I’m putting books on the shelves 
As I think of you
And I get a hit of intuitive blue
That is anarchy to my red
It’s in all the words you never said 
Though I can’t make magic out of ash
But I would still have you back 
In the instant you say
I love you, okay?