beating
while barely breathing
hands in the air
we’ve come so far
on the last
lying in bed
half dead
can’t get you out of my head
breaking, taking
bathing in honey
where are we going?
i can feel us drifting
two separating
hands in the air
utter despair
we’ve been here, there
everywhere
mission to kitchen
phoenix to los angeles
the most quintessential
a relationship of imperfections
and our dance above pencils
heart