Letting go of you
was the hardest thing I've done
staying there was worse

I pulled us up front row seats to a thunderstorm
You drape around me like a moth, warm like firefly gold

We don't want to put the lighting in a jar
The future is already too close

I'm tracing the lightning in your arms now.
in love with a boy whose never let my feet hit the ground
An anti-gravity belt
A contract without the bad kind of sadness
a nice jacket to sleep in when you're not here so I can sleep better when I sleep alone, with only bad dreams to keep me company

Sometimes your jacket is better than my dreamcatcher

We pretend like the rain will never come
The future is already too close

The thunder sounds like rolling over in bed
And I'm facing you in my sleep
A distant beep of reality pulls us from the subconscious
Startled out of it
We opened our eyes at the same time
For some reason it made me feel like I opened my eyes the first time in my life

We're almost
Too sweet
We're rotten.

We're almost
Too ripe
We're bleeding

We're almost
Too swollen
We're no longer

Whole.