It's all over now.
Nobody left to bother.
You have 'em fooled.
Now run to save face.
Haunting my dreams.
I think it is a good thing.
Just hit the light on your way out.
Pictures of you.
Pictures of both me and you.
No matter what is next, I'm not alone.
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 11:57 AM UTC
If you were a city,
I’d drive through your streets
looking for somewhere to sleep.
People walk by;
in their faces, I see you,
but your body is no longer here.
I am within you,
but I cannot touch you
I’ve missed you for thousands of years.
I drive through the darkness,
and it’s cold as hell,
but there’s nowhere that I’d rather be;
because there’s nothing quite like missing you.
If you were a city,
you’d be best represented
by the lights that shine overhead.
They turn on and off as I pass by each one,
somehow you’re still lighting my way.
I pull off and park
right where you meant me too.
Some rich part where no one will care.
I turn off the engine, and climb in the back
of my ******* Honda sedan.
But there’s nowhere I’d rather be.
Because there’s nothing...
quite like...
missing...
I am within you
But we cannot touch
You are within me
But we cannot touch
I am within you
But we cannot touch
You are within me
But we cannot touch
I am within you
But we cannot touch
You are within me
But we cannot touch
I am within you
But we cannot touch
You are within me
But we cannot touch
But I’ll keep driving these streets every night,
because we’ll be...
together...
someday.
Because somehow...
we’ll be...
together—
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 6:01 PM UTC