From the razors to a trail of roses leading to my bedroom

From these flickering street lights to where us kids play when they turn off

Can you take me home, please?

I'll make it worth your time, I promise

We can sleep in the same bed

Wear the same clothes

Share counter-clockwise space until the building crumbles

You're nearing my wits end, dear

Any idea of the afterlife never mattered much to me, for I never lived to begin with

Look me dead in the eyes and tell me that it takes ten times longer to put yourself back together than it does to fall apart

Baby, I can't dry my tears

Dirty sheets lay heavy for hot breath and warm skin

Lay your ashes down so that I can kiss the shadows under your feet

Sing a solemn sonnet of something that I simply cannot romanticize anymore

Hey big moon, you're looking a lot like the darkness of my pupils tonight

We're pressed against your bedroom door

I'm kissing the sores off your lips for the last time

I should have learned by now to not mistake butterflies for sunshine

But this state of loneliness deserves it's own damn zip code

Stop crying, please just hang the phone up