Suddenly the subway isn’t imaginary

You’re starting to understand me.

I put your muted words in a safe place

One I won’t speak of to anyone else.

Even I don’t know where

As long as I never lose them.

I’ll keep dying my hair while you die for the music

And when the time comes, I’ll ask

Is this the feeling in which we’ve been searching?

I don’t even know your star sign. But sure.

You’ll reply.

You make me feel less alone

You keep me getting on the train.

Speeding back to argue with you

To put you in your place.

Say my name as a goodbye

After ghostly anecdotes.

Dumb analogy’s

That have me bringing my knees to my chin.

Hugging myself, imagining it’s you

But you’re not imaginary.

Space boy.