oh dear friend
i got moonburn from hangin in the dark with you.
my skin's this deep blue shade
and when i touch it, i feel so cold.
but you're here to warm me right back up, friend
and i can't thank you enough.
that sweet sequin in the sky
held no mercy last night
but those headlights and those streetlights
shone the loveliest light on your face
and the chills just moved to the back of my mind
cause you were there.
and then we went inside and the fans in the kitchen
made me colder and colder
and i shivered, and you notice.
so while you pour yourself a glass of water
and quench your thirst for chewing on ice cubes
i go to my room and put on a sweatshirt.
n'then i remember you do have to leave at some point.
what a shame. why not stay over?
but it's too late to ask.
the headlights reel in and my hand waves goodbye
and without your light shining on me
i realize i probably got some moonburn tonight.
i got to bed and i wish you were next to me.
i wouldn't be so cold.
we should've asked. we should've asked.
i remember you're not to far away
and that makes me feel better.
but still.
as these soft white blankets envelope me in warmth
i so desperately need from how cold, cold, cold i am,
i wish.
i wish on these fairy lights on my wall
i pretend they're shooting starts,
i wish that we never had to seperate.
my walls glisten with dripping regret.
it pools on the floor in puddles
and i don't get out of bed
cause i don't want my feet wet.
as i avoid the ultimately inevitable
i put my shoes on. i walk.
with my tin can in hand, i cut the string,
hoping your line is still connected. i leave my room.
i grab my sweatshirt again. it's blue. i like this blue.
it's like that sky which holds this lovely moon
that's brought me so much pain tonight.
i open the door. i'm quiet.
my sandals are not enough protection,
as the dew on the grass in my yard
is similar to the regret on my walls,
except it's excitement.
cans connected, we talk,
and i hope i don't see their lights turn on.
i make the impulive decision to see you again.
i guess i really can't go without you for 3 hours.
isn't that kind of sad?
for a moment i feel shame in the form of fog
but it clears.
i step onto neighborhood pavement.
my journey begins, though it is a short one.
step by step, i walk carefully
you always did say the police patrol at this hour.
i hope to god nobody cares about my absence for once
i watch my home disappear.
i'm headed to my other one.
i approach and i see that green tint shining through
and i'm relieved, but anxious.
is this desperate? i hope not.
i'm doing a lot of hoping lately.
is that a bad thing? i hope not.
hope. hm.
i see you walk through the door
and we laugh upon instinct
cause this is just crazy isn't it?
we do crazy things.
it's witching hour after all
and i hope we don't get cursed. hope again. hm.
you makes me hope.
you gives me hope.
i never had much to hope for
never really needed it
it's not naive to have, is it?
no. i don't think so.
while the sequins and glitter
gaze at us from above as we walk to nowhere
i relate them to the fairy lights in my room
and i realize my wish has come true.
i take you back to my house.
you stay the night.
