Deray's somewhere in custody
While Geneviève snuck peacefully
Out of this bruising night
And so we're left to fly or fight
It feels absurd to still
Think of other things to fill
Up in my heart like any kind of love
I am a mourning dove
No more My's
Me Mine's and I's
But if I don't, then no one else will hear of me
In any light
I'm not the type to be written about
So I'll do all the leg work
And I'll take care of the washout
By pouring all the secrets I've collected in my heart
Upon the dirt in details I've left out on the street
There's only hope in costumes and dessert I'll one day eat
I haven't really fought yet, but there's always time to start
Good morning healing earth
You log on and it hurts
Big leaves and leaves so big
I can't sleep well and I no longer dream of you
We don't talk much and I'm “Jacking off to someone new”
At home, everyone is angry all the time
Nobody eats together
We never hold each other
With sweet laughter or just a pair of arms
And so my pillars are eroding and everything feels far
From 1hr to 3,000 miles far away
I send another text to which I won't get a reply today
There's only hope in being held and dreaming once again
Nothing seems promising
And this is where I've mostly been