i’ve tried to breathe life into us so many times you’d think i was playing god himself i’ve blown all the rust off the curves of my shoulders i’ve blown all the dust off the books on my shelf
i saw the world in the way you walked you saw the lipstick on my teeth you are all things bright and beautiful and i’m just the current beneath
i will try on everything in my closet i will shine all of my shoes i will go to the store and spend 15 bucks more if i don’t have the right shade of blue
because **** it, i like it when your arm touches mine so long as i stick to water and avoid any wine i want you to think, “there she is! there’s my perfect ten.” but i’ll be growing out my hair and growing old until then.
you are a man. but i am a ghost of what is in between the salt of the earth and way of the wind, evident but unseen you’ve shown me that it’s real, and it’s rocked me to my core and if you turned off the lights, i could be everything you’re looking for