I'm not tired yet We still got a lot to figure out Like, what was the end of the movie about, anyways? You're yawning on your couch

Kenma stared at the crown of your head as you leaned against his shoulder. A soft yawn escaping your lips. There was a comforting domestication about it.

I wonder if I overstayed my welcome

You looked up at him and grinned, "Wanna take a walk?"

Until you asked me if I'd like to take a walk We're going to the five and dime The only open place at this time of night You're dancing in the aisle 'Cause the radio is singing you a song you know

Kenma had always been someone who was sure. But when it comes to you, he's always left wondering with no answers — just more questions.

And the kid at the counter is gawking at your grace I can tell what he's thinking by the look on his face It's not his fault, I'm sure I look the same It's what you do, but it's not you I blame

It was a scary thought, falling in love in high school, when you know nothing about the world. But it was also exhilarating — something only the two of you could have.

Your lip was trembling when you said that we are cursed You're trying not to cry When you tell me you're afraid that we may die

Kenma blinked, "So what? Everybody's scared of that."

The thought of just running away with you was tempting. He could find a job, he could care for you. He just wanted to be with you.

I want you to tell me that you miss me Want you to hold and hurt and kiss me