the distance between us is staggering
it makes me shiver and shake
poisoning summer til my fingers are like rattling icicles

and my mouth is like a moaning tunnel to the black spot of my heart

sometimes i think i'd rather be dead than be so far from you
the kind of feeling that showers the hydrangeas with my last meal

a flickering head that tics and twitches along
i'm a bird that flies over the water
and perches on my heart
that's when i feel so close to you

but i really need to follow through.