254 to 312
979 to 650

sunset to twilight, pass the sign to indio
once again bound for the lonesome coast
far from those to which I want to be close
central daylight, pacific indigo

i was blinded by your grace
and i’m left with this feeling of hopelessness
please tell me

that if we met under similar circumstances
you’d still be the one who would take those chances
i’ll reverse every hand on my pocketwatch
so that we could try it all over again

the lump in my throat is a
permanent fixture
half revolution around a star
and yet i still choke

of the seconds and hours between when
our february eyes brought those words to us
and the late spring showers washed them away,
i miss the brief moment when the fire in
our throats beckoned the thaw

the frost is unforgiving
even when our vows
burned as bright as the sun
the frost is unforgiving

sometimes i see you
in the space between the
notes of minor chords
in every lovesick song
that i can't stand to listen to
anymore