Before love put its hand in my pocket, its leg in the air,
I wasn't ready to eat in the dark.
I wasn't in the loop, thought I shouldn't be.
I hadn't met you, stupid me.
As if I had heard you were coming, ahead
I saw a kindness to space where your face could appear.
Before I could have said I knew! you had known me forever instead.
Our fingers moved. Our two broken hearts made four.
Our tiny urgent voices: Let me die first.
But it was before love that my god was knowing such shinola.
Then I saw what knowing got me.
I was home. I got you.