(no subject)
the summers que comes late
the days get darker
and we wait for the stars to pass
broken tiles on the floor
and artifacts from dresser doors
that wont help you pack
when we laugh indoors the gracefull tones bounce off the walls
but then fall to the ground
feel the hardwood backs and how their loose from decade tracks
and we're sitting so still
the city is my home, construction noise all day long
the post bombing chains
so i breathe thicker skin
my lusterous coat fills in
they'll never remiss
my bodys falling fast
to much trust to be promising
while i suffocate here
so u can calm all my fears
the days get darker
and we wait for the stars to pass
broken tiles on the floor
and artifacts from dresser doors
that wont help you pack
when we laugh indoors the gracefull tones bounce off the walls
but then fall to the ground
feel the hardwood backs and how their loose from decade tracks
and we're sitting so still
the city is my home, construction noise all day long
the post bombing chains
so i breathe thicker skin
my lusterous coat fills in
they'll never remiss
my bodys falling fast
to much trust to be promising
while i suffocate here
so u can calm all my fears