R E S T L E S S - R E V O L U T I O N

I'm in new york city again, breathing in ice, coughing out snow. theres train station clouds out my window again. theres a vintage polaroid under the sheets, sleeping with me. theres no morning sex, it's just your bubblegum smile in ink.you look like a school girl, rushing past the crowd, rushing past the cigarette smoke. another subway daydream, you're sitting as if you were posing for a naked art museum. what were you thinking about? were you remembering paperbags & apple pies? boarding school was too strict for you. So you left stockholm behind and gathered enough hope to come here, and now you're laughing and spining in circles, with the snow in central park & my body beneath you. if you sit here, you can take a picture of the skyline, look how it shines & winks for you. i close my eyes, and let the chemicals fill my head, i am yours.
When i open them again, i am in rhode island, my feet against the shore, my toes crushing the sand. i'm swimming, in this restless revolution, i'm alone again. i can hear the whistle and the vow, and my heart feels soft. it feels lonely, and it wants to cry. it wants to, but it cant because it doesnt know how. i want to see you again, i want to throw shoes at your window and have you crawling down inside of me, do you remember how that used to feel? you're nowhere near me now.

"if i can't tell you the truth, then what can i tell you?"