I'm waiting on that bench of ours,
where we kissed among the stars
and made a lullaby to sing
for a babe we didn’t bring.
I’m counting as the cars ride by
all the trips we didn’t try
and all the kisses in the rain
to make us feel in love again.
I’m climbing down the basement stairs
to bury secrets, no one cares.
In the time of famine, dearest
We devour what is nearest.
Considering your starving heart
you’ll digest me part by part.
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 6:58 PM UTC
I'm waiting on that bench of ours,
where we kissed among the stars
and made a lullaby to sing
for a babe we didn’t bring.
I’m counting as the cars ride by
all the trips we didn’t try
and all the kisses in the rain
to make us feel in love again.
I’m climbing down the basement stairs
to bury secrets, no one cares.
In the time of famine, dearest
We devour what is nearest.
Considering your starving heart
you’ll digest me part by part.
