They burn on and on like an oil field
Or a memory of what it felt like
To burn on and on and not just fade away

Shut the window, love. keep the world outside

Lately I've been feeling like a falling bomb. the ground is getting closer and the sky is falling down

We are the symptoms of letting go of all our hope

We're falling asleep with open eyes falling asleep inside the chapel falling asleep in chalk outlines falling asleep as the headlights pass us by..

The taste of your kerosine lips burn me up

Threats and picket lines are forming around our beds and the landmines in our chests will all go off in time

Do you hear the footsteps? can you hear voices in the traffic, communiques in the attic? they say, after time, all this will heal, we will rebuild and these broken arms will mend themselves in our embrace.

When you say my name,
i want to split it from your lips
and hide like whispers in the rain.
when you say (when you say) my name (when you say it)
i want to stop it in your lungs
and collect all of your blood to put in the radio

Is this how it feels
when you dont even fit into your own skin?