i wish i was clean and wrapped inside of you somewhere. i would breathe when you breathe. tonight, i think of the war and how big the world is and i want to leave, just go driving until i stumble onto the answer. i won't keep you awake much longer, i promise.
if my heart hurts, i am sorry. i can find you and your long sleeves sitting at the edge of the bed, waiting for me to tell you i'm ready. at night you will change into a plain white tee shirt and i wonder what it would be like to chase you.
we are getting ready for tragedy, all of us. i don't know. these dreams aren't much to hold. these faces that i make up in hopes that they may appear outside of my head. i hear the guitars rattle. alone and in my kitchen. writing for no reason. i don't know what they mean when they tell me about pain. i will crawl out of here alive, i just know it.
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