And on that first night,
In the movie theater
I cried because I knew
You'd break my bones
Crack my chest and tattoo
My little heart with a drawing
Of your neck.
And when we got stuck in the mud
Driving home from the show,
It was all wonderstruck dirt
Gravel hands and
I stood in front of your
Headlights - deliberate illusion,
Creating a vision that went without notice
It was my own fault, getting involved with anyone but a mortal.
Bite my fingertips till they callous
Or better yet, bleed.
And why don't we go walking on airplane wings?
Life is a death march, and we pass
The time making cave drawings.
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 9:24 PM UTC
And on that first night,
In the movie theater
I cried because I knew
You'd break my bones
Crack my chest and tattoo
My little heart with a drawing
Of your neck.
And when we got stuck in the mud
Driving home from the show,
It was all wonderstruck dirt
Gravel hands and
I stood in front of your
Headlights - deliberate illusion,
Creating a vision that went without notice
It was my own fault, getting involved with anyone but a mortal.
Bite my fingertips till they callous
Or better yet, bleed.
And why don't we go walking on airplane wings?
Life is a death march, and we pass
The time making cave drawings.
