you are staring
at the floor and youre
tongue tastes like
cigarettes and your
eyes look like
frosty windowpanes.
i say your name but
you are staring
at the floor.

now i am staring
at my toes and my
tongue tastes like the
ocean and my
eyes look like the
california sunshine.
but its raining outside
and i am staring
at my toes.

and you speak to me
in lyrics
and you tell me
i’m the moon
and you tell me
my hair is braided
with the stars
and you tell me
i am lost in some
great galaxy gaze.

and i speak to you
in white noise
and i tell you
that youre hazy
and i tell you
your eyes are dusty
from the stars
and i tell you
youve stopped looking
toward the sky.