my wishing well became all washed up
and there’s an empty sound within my brain
and i’m still waiting on something that never came
you talked about her, when i thought it was me
i interpret everything wrong these days
an ancient codex for the hopeless
lost my copy in these dreams
where we’re invincible and inseparable
with bodies so inviting
and sleep when the sun comes up
on the butcher block because i’m more valuable in pieces
and you’ll forever be my biggest weakness