because i swear to god, at two in the morning,
you sound like a song i can't remember
we sit here, juxtaposed,
listening to my fears rustle around in the walls and down the stairs
and it's so beautiful i forgot how to breathe again
shedding bruises and a constant fear
i'll settle here and tell you everything i know about being in love
we'll rot away together in the face of the world.
while the songs in my bones put the words in my head
and when they sink into the paper off the end of a pen
i'll sing them for you.
