What It's Like To Live On The Moon

I feel like I'm dead, you know. He might as well just have killed me, but I suppose that's a bad metaphor to use. I'm not sure but I think that I can still feel his fingers tracing the tattoo I got on my mistake of a night, asking me why I got it, telling me that there's a thunderstorm tonight and it made him think of me, and after that week he realized that's really what I was.