I THINK OF ALL THOSE TIMES WHEN YOU STEPPED INTO MY DREAMS LIKE HOME AND I WELCOMED YOU WARM
I WATCH YOU IN BETWEEN SHARDS OF CUTTING WINDOW GLASS
IN BETWEEN YOUR THICK GLASSES
WITH DISTORTED IMAGES OF WHO YOU ACTUALLY ARE
BLURS AND WHITE NOISE AND GLITCHES
OF YOUR FORCED SMILES
AND EVERY NIGHT I LISTEN TO YOUR VOICE
THAT IS REDUCED TO WHISPERS
AS IF THEY'RE TRAPPED IN BELL JARS
FOR TOMORROW WHEN I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING
TO REMEMBER YOU BY ANYMORE
AND WE ARE SEPARATED BY A PLEXIGLASS

YOUR SUNKEN EYES
THEY REMIND ME OF PLACES

THERE ARE SONGS OUT THERE THAT
ALWAYS
ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS
MAKE ME WANTING YOU TO TOUCH ME
MORE THAN YOU CAN THINK
BUT EVERY BASS LINES MAKE ME RESIST
BECAUSE YOU WERE A LONG GONE BAD MEMORIES
A PART OF A POEM THAT DOESN'T RHYME
A NIGHTMARE THAT WAKES ME UP AT 4.00 A.M.
BUT YOU NEVER DISSOLVED
AND I STILL FEEL LONELY WITHOUT YOUR HANDS TO HOLD
I AM ALMOST ALWAYS ALONE WHEN I THINK OF YOUR TREMBLING HANDS
AS YOU COME BACK INTO MY HEAD
AND I AM REMINDED OF THE LITTLE SCAR ON YOUR ELBOW THAT I LIKE TO TRACE
OR THE NAILS YOU ETCH DEEP INTO MY SKIN
YOUR BODY IS LIKE A MAP
WITH ALL OF THE PRETTY MOUNTAINS AND UNEXPLAINABLE THICK CONTOURS
AND YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL


RIGHT NOW I WANT YOUR SOFT GLANCES
I WANT TO DROWN IN YOUR POETIC GLARES
I WANT TO BE THE NAME YOU WRITE ON YOUR WRIST
I WANT TO LIVE IN RECKLESS MISERY
I WANT TO LISTEN TO SAD LOVE SONGS WITH YOU
I WANT TAKE YOU HOME IN A JAR
SAFE AND UNTOUCHED
CURL UP AND DIE
WITH YOU

OH DEAR
MAYBE THIS IS A GAME; AND THERE IS NO PRIZE TO COME WITH THE PRICE WE PAID
MAYBE THIS IS A WAR; AND MY ROOM IS A BATTLEFIELD RAGING WITH FIRE
MAYBE THIS IS A SONG; AND THOSE SILENT HUSHED NIGHTS ARE THE BASSLINE