learned the shape of your hands on a near-empty train with your head on my shoulder staring out at the rain and you pulled me apart and you put me together for a hot fuckin minute things could not have been better
a part of me knew that this was all fleeting the life we had dreamed of would die upon meeting
spent the weekend in bed in a mess of your hair and wind battered the windows to score the affair i still remember your taste and the curve of your back how with just one look you could give me panic attacks
in that queen anne hotel room of withering flowers i let down my guard and the world, it was ours
now your ghost haunts the sidewalks from Mercer to Jackson i’m weak and pathetic, having such a reaction to the places we spent such a short chunk of time it means nothing to you, no the burden’s all mine
you can’t take all the credit i’ve been rekt from the start you just buried a dagger of hope in my heart