I swear my skin feels like tears if you touch it soft enough,
and my hair smells like inability to show affection,
and a friend told me once that my eyes are the same color
as the sky on those nights when someone is going away for good.
My voice sounds like parents sleeping in seperate beds,
and when I sing I sometimes sound like the city lights that never light up when you really want them to.
I've heard my lips taste like the mornings you hear someone
get out the door before you've even opened your eyes
and the touch of my fingertips gives away that I've
had a hard time believing in love and it only gets harder
and if you listen to me breathe at night
you can tell you won't miss me as much as I will miss you.