The Hard Aches
Organs and Airports
Are your lungs on fire?
Can you see straight tonight?
Well, You probably shouldn't drive and neither should I
Can you finish your glass?
So we can make our way to your house
Continue to talk about, Nothing at all

We can sit on your front porch and talk about airports and why everything feels so far away
Complain about our heart tattoo's and how they work so well together with that familiar touch of skin our hands remember

Tonight, Let's have a riot
Lose half our body masses in sweat, dancing and I LOVE YOU sex
Tonight

We've both been working on giving up all that's damaging our lungs
We both sport livers of stone and burning dry throats
I can't hardly see the ground 2 feet in front of me
But i could sideways walk back home to your second floor bedroom

Where i'll hang at the stairs and just wait for you there
Try to shake this drunken sway and try hard not to voice a mistake
Truth is I'll never be great at remembering birthdays and remembering names
I'll miss you while I'm away 'tho the change is only temporary

And if I was to ask you to wait
You're more than worth the wait
You're more than worth a months worth of lonely days

'Til then sit on your front porch and think about airports and why November's still so goddamn far away
Brag about our heart BEATS and how we drum so well together with that familiar touch of skin our sheets remember

Tonight