Some nights I feel like emerald and wonder if its less than I'm making it out to be.
But I run my eyes through every detail of your face by memory, and I listen to all the different octaves of your sound.
I can't help but remember your words in conversation,
Can't help but remember every conversation.

And I come back to it all and think of the way we touched. That was different than every other one because I can't understand how one person could hug with so much love.

And I follow the silliest rules and I follow the silliest people.
But I can't seem to get to where you are.
I can't seem to find those lights like I did, it feels like they just keep burning out.

And believe it or not, I need you to get through the day.
Just some memories of cold moon light drowning warm lips.

Drowning frozen toes.

Some nights I feel like ice cold and wonder why this is so okay with me.