Your bare ankles, between your toes and your cuffed jeans Dreams of breaking teeth, crunched against concrete Corner me into a place they told you to put me in
Committing sins Spitting up my fears Why do you think it's been over a year? Scared of a poison kiss, tea stained teeth, and your lips. Do you ever wonder what you missed? I don't but it lingers in My thoughts and your curled fingers.
Your bare ankles Rest across my old couch Or dipped into the sand behind your house Do you feel diseased? Am I still bitter? I fucking hope you're alone forever
Shut up in your room, picking these splinters Here's to home And the ones you never told Why do you think it's been over a year?