We'll fix the house When the house falls down on us Trust us We've built ourselves in iron passing pieces down Hand-me-down Our livelihood organic Our upbringing romantic Our emotions static Traumatic
Wake up tired and go to sleep hungry Dream about food and the days I was younger Because that's all I've ever wanted Was to stay in that place Where my mom wasn't so tired and my house wasn't so haunted
A token of my affection I love the things you say to me When I look at the Peter Pan kiss Across my collarbone I hear your voice and feel small euphoria I daydream of our home We wear each other's clothes Laced with love Threads thin and worn Like the chain across my neck
The world hurts. melt it away like the lining of my throat each sober breath feels like a fresh wound a layer of skin pull back, not bleeding but it stings Beat down my senses for a flat path to walk