how we love is who we are and tonight, who we are is singing.
the city helps you forget most things but when you fly out to the coast, you remember
i do believe a sentence can be kind, no matter how much blood it takes to write it
and i do believe you saw that moth in your kitchen and thought of who would die next
i’m sliding up next to you, barefoot in a cowboy hat, you smell of mescal and uncertainty
i am the softest and most ruthless i have ever been
we’re told things of quality have no fear of time, you tell me i have no fear of anything
but actually, i am like other girls - i dream too much, i don’t write enough and i haven’t seen the sunrise in days
let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love —
let it be me