i found a strand of your hair
hanging on my ribs again
last night i saw
your fingerprint on
my lungs again
its almost midnight now
and i think i left my heart
at your place
its somewhere
under your pillow

sometimes i forget
the difference between
lust and lost
and i end up
looking for myself
between your arms
trying to understand
why things get attached
and how everytime
your fingers part
i still think mine
should fill the empty spaces

the first time we kissed
was the first time
october tasted water
but my lips
might still be lost
because sometimes
i still think it rains
just to remind me
where they belong