stop saying whatever i say matters, because i'm not saying shit and it doesn't matter.

when i think about us too much, i wish i could have died a long time ago. before cars existed so my first kiss could have been on the sidewalk, near the road, so a wagon could run me over before my lips ever said hello to yours.

we listen to the radio, rest on club couches and dance and smoke and eat until were waking up to the tiolets grimy mouth, that dark hole, that beautifully curved cave, it reminds me of late nights and first kisses.
oh, what am i talking about this time? i miss looking for you, hiding in the closet, under a pile of dirty clothes, you are so funny, you are all mine. i like to feel your hair kissing my hair, right in the wind, behind the trees, sitting on clouds, sitting on bridges made of dust, castles made of sand.

this is a long story, it bends and folds and recounts our love, all our lucky moments. we are still young, we are so old, we are old enough to take our clothes off infront of eachother and not laugh. old enough to kiss with our eyes half-open, old enough not to trust. we are too old.
the windows stay open, the curtains stay closed. it falls up and down like the rhythm of your breath in the fog, past all the songs, hitting the edge like a blade. this is my blade, down your cheeks, kissing your neck,. it loves you. but so do i, so i put it down and make you mine one more time.
its been a long time now, and shit has changed between us.

i'm convinced love comes in the morning,
i like it when you yell at me and pull my hair, and shove me around. this makes me love you, this makes me insane. insanely stupid, insanely yours. i am going to stop now & see how you like that.