It's nothing
really...

Two birds
one stone...

It's those highlighters I hate,
the ones that you colour everything with...

You can always turn it up
(tune them out...

You were my summer sunset
and we chased the cherry blossoms...

I think maybe
I'll bite my tongue...

Sometimes, I like to sit out at night
and stare at the big round moon...

It's funny, hangin' from the catwalk
by your toes...

The sun always peeks out from behind the clouds
and most people would like that...

The water was pink and cold
but I slept past that...

Fall out.
Fall through...

Senses fade
into the white of the softness...