You said you needed an extra pair of hands
so I took mine off and
gave them to you.
The sun set in my glass, darling-
can't you hear that?
coo-ee, coo-ee
oh the cockatoos
are jabbering philosophy again.
Sweet-talker,
I want to push my fingers into your mouth,
swirl it in all the honey in there.
My hands on the clock
pointing at quarter past five,
birds swing up into the air like
the half-beat of a pendulum
lungs filling up with water-
we're all romantic fools here.
Sometimes I think of time as fluid
tick tock tick tock
my glass dripping into
yours.
We're all running dry,
quickly, before the night ends-
ask me to dive off
the edge of the world
with you.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 2:48 AM UTC
You said you needed an extra pair of hands
so I took mine off and
gave them to you.
The sun set in my glass, darling-
can't you hear that?
coo-ee, coo-ee
oh the cockatoos
are jabbering philosophy again.
Sweet-talker,
I want to push my fingers into your mouth,
swirl it in all the honey in there.
My hands on the clock
pointing at quarter past five,
birds swing up into the air like
the half-beat of a pendulum
lungs filling up with water-
we're all romantic fools here.
Sometimes I think of time as fluid
tick tock tick tock
my glass dripping into
yours.
We're all running dry,
quickly, before the night ends-
ask me to dive off
the edge of the world
with you.
Took me ages to title this. Not as sad as what I usually go for.
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