on love and cigarettes

Sitting on sidewalks underneath golden glowy streetlights

Smoking cigarettes and telling secrets to the night sky

i l l u s i o n

the weight of your soul pressed up against mine

making love in midair

But we are alive in this quiet suburbia

And every piece of you, stitched so tightly together, comes undon

e

You keep apologizing, but I ask you to stop

I want to tell you that I'm not afraid of everything that you are

unravel

     unravel

          unravel

                unravel

I want to see all of you

Maybe someday we will move in freedom

Lips and all