and you rip me apart just to sew me back together so i fit in the palm of your hand
( but god knows you already have me wrapped around your finger )
bruises on my knees blue like the sky and your eyes when you told me you still love me
violence . commotion
common in only my dreams (how fitting)
he steals the moon from the night sky and i lay my head on your shoulder / connecting freckles in my mind like constellations / and when it turns dusk to dawn you tell the moon goodnight and send her into celestial oblivion
perhaps you're the sun and i'm the moon
you know i wasn't alright then and i certainly am not now
