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i still taste medicine on my fingertips lonely streaks of hair down your face as you laugh and lie awake as i cry and break down in sun's ray rushed conversations are always a mistake birds who can't fly are the only ones in my wake but hey, i'm doing okay i guess midnight hallucinations do end but i still think back to the times where all we said was hi, hello, and goodbye and when we were thieves of broken hearts we collected the ones that were stomped on ripped apart bitten by and abandoned to feel empty instead of vigorous beating ones like all the blue boys and jingle girls in the world.
silver looks good on you i'd hate for it to rust on your neck that necklace looks pretty with your initials on it you can't escape the frown you'll never see it turn upside down roller blades and skating rinks were my only fantasies when i first laid eyes on you telling me to stop worrying about microwave thoughts and let myself loose for once so one day i dressed up as a circus clown and performed your favorite act the fool who fell the perfect role for me and you.
