And I’m apologizing again
Because my skin was too dry
For high end dress shop owners
And beige girls with Barbie legs and hair that only grows where you want it
But you know I’m gonna lotion in the morning

My phone and my wall and the spaces underneath my pictures
Are as empty as the insides of those red and white track spikes you want me to wear so much
Close your eyes when I run and we can pretend that I flew
or something
And my face would probably taste salty if you licked it
And I’ve never touched a waterfall before

My lips turn upside down
Like bouncing on the ceiling
Except with less lights and singing

What’s the point of sitting on rooftops
And watching fireworks
When there are chairs and blankets and books
In houses somewhere

And alcohol smells like hospital walls and
I hate yous,
Screamed or whispered or bled

But we’ll never die
Until we’re dead

You breathe to write

I write to breathe

Like in and out

Tell me all of your doubts