You used to be all right. What happened?
It warms me from such a distance and leaves me feeling cold in the shadows. My life like a tube of toothpaste, I squeeze it out onto a piece of foil and it is less than nothing, something so small.
The bursting bubble.
The overflowing bowl, the smoking gun.
I'm addicted to awake yet can't stop sleeping days away, my thirsty throat endlessly arid I dream that you've returned to me. That we talk and laugh and sleep and eat and never fight, I dream of everyday avocado and flannel. I dream of existing inside your skin. I dream of waking up cold and close, I dream of songs and books and of a love that doesn't leech at my life.
The bursting bubble.
The overflowing bowl, the smoking gun.
I'm addicted to awake yet can't stop sleeping days away, my thirsty throat endlessly arid I dream that you've returned to me. That we talk and laugh and sleep and eat and never fight, I dream of everyday avocado and flannel. I dream of existing inside your skin. I dream of waking up cold and close, I dream of songs and books and of a love that doesn't leech at my life.