speak to me.

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.

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