when i learned your name, i'd say it to myself in the shower, everyone forgetting that the essence of your story remained ever the same. here we are: clover spinning into you your face a glow, and my skin is glowing like yours, whatever this is it's just the way that we met. i keep believing, now why would i do that? somebody's strong, somebody's gentle, somebody's grabbing you from out of your car. (hey! you! somebody help me here!) tell me your latitude and longitude and maybe i'll just give you a call, it's been a while sort of a chat. and all of that. these days you breathe, oxygen just pleases the cells. the way you please me! take it in and, ahh, the exhale! the way you need me. you say good morning, i say good night, seems like we've got our wires crossed again.
The quiet lies - we don't need to talk about it anymore Don't need to figure out the truth Don't need to look inside our heads and in our hearts…
I was wrong.
Everytime someone died. color and breath, the fast unfurl of carbon away from death plants that rise and grow, strange citybomb beneath…