When you called I was screening,
It confused me that hear your voice,
It was like I was dreaming,
And ten years became a life
I could barely remember,
Just enough to open the wounds,
In the darkest December,
I can howl at the early moon.
The fall it feels like flying,
There’s a dangerous hope,
Cause the ground comes at you faster than you’d think.
Lurking in the shadows,
With the bears and wolves,
Cause that’s where you feel the most upon these days.
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
People always say that it hurts at night
and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am
is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken.
it’s 9am on a tuesday morning
and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up
And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much
you don’t know what to do with your hands.