Angel Numbers

Two of cups, double time
Slow it down, everything's fine
20 questions, on the couch
Fear of dying, doesn't count
We're connecting all the dots
To bring us back if we get lost

Kiss on the neck
With wine stained breath
Record dizzy spinning like a carousel
We're placing bets
Are we there yet?
Is heaven real and does it matter?
I can't tell

You kiss my shoulder when you think I'm sleeping
A wish on birthday candles is the only secret I'm keeping
Cosmically confirmed in angel numbers that I'm seeing
On the train back home to you

Kiss on the neck
With wine stained breath
Record dizzy spinning like a carousel
My longest friend
I won't forget
If heaven's real it doesn't matter
I can tell