my heart is beating for the first time in my life but I wouldn't say i'm quite relieved by this crimson burden awake from slumbering
I hope it taps out before this next breath drags on just a little too long
but already we're like sleeping dogs and your hands felt just like me with no way to get across that feeling to you that's alright because i'm smiling at you and that warmth must be what my heart is breathing in right now
I don't think that I can tap out you seem so goddamn reliant on my heart to breathe to carry you through everything
does that make you happy? does that make you anything (more than some broken heart's afterbirth) I don't know I don't know.