airports remind me of you
the smell of recycled air, and sterile plastic, remind me of you
getting the window seat reminds me of you
Bon Iver as we slip into the clouds
the clouds
the ******* sky

it all reminds me of you

today i made a wish you had loved me
and i held my breath as long as i could till my cheeks turned blue
cause they told me, that's how you get what you want

i don't know if that's true...
cause there's still no you

there's just this "me"
in these stiff high heels
and my sad little ****** up
lungs

it's not a bad thing at all.....
it's beauty,                        not evil
the way that  i  f a l l   i n   l o v e
with so many different places
          so many different faces
          so many different pieces          of so many different people

we always said we'd make history....
...now i'm just repeating myself

"you're the sky sky, the gem in my eye"
i smile
because in a way you're right,
but you have no idea who I am
and i'm  t i r e d  of  p l a c a t i n g  raging men at ungodly hours

while proclaiming how much I’d love to ride the curls of your careless
             whispers into the black night
                                                       I really would like to admit that
I’d rather be lying in my twin futon
                                                            (alo­ne)((without you))
                                                           ­                                         or dreaming....

and i’d tell you that if could
                                    i would.......

but i just                 can’t            seem                     to breathe
cause you keep on keep on keep on *******         
                                             ­                   kissing          
                                                                ­   me