But With You....

But with you the wind blows around us like we are the only things that exist. With you I run out of irony. I run out of drivel and pity. I run. I just run. That's what we do together. Run and run. I can't feel sorry for myself anymore, I can't waste away. Not even if I wanted to, you just changed that about me. It's because you are with me now. Then it was different. I wanted to trust. Now..it doesn't matter, I just do. I have to. My hands are empty, I have no excuse. How can you mistrust a thing that takes away all of your excuses? Darn you, perfect thing, where is my complaining? Where is my safety? Now you are with me when I'm alone. You're with me when I'm far away. You're with me when I go back out of habit. You're there saying something to me, I don't know what but it doesn't matter, because I remember that I don't have to go back. Because you're with me in my head, telling me to start acting like it. Cielo is heaven, Cielo is sky, which of these are we to eachother? I don't know, they both sound about right.