maybe this face was made for being anxious and these palms were made to be clammy and this stomach was made for butterflies and this heart was made to beat faster and this bed was made for us
when the checkered flag waves and the street lights fade promise me we'll stay the same and when the roads we've paved all go astray promise me nothing inside you has changed
sandpaper eyes the stars all cry in harmony i'm sleepy and if i don't find a bed soon i'll curl up neatly under the moon and allow her to sing me to sleep and dream of you