The star jasmine makes the neighborhood smell sweeter
I still trip on the cracks in the concrete
Her balcony’s covered in vines and leaves and incense ashes
Maybe the more we burn the closer we get to peace

And I, I
Can finally touch the ceiling

The night’s fading off the palm trees and duplexes
I am thankful for the good things but they’re hard to see
Watching b-side of the sunrise through my west-facing windows
I am in love with my own constant company

And I, I
Would rather sleep with the sun

I come up with ways to pass the hours
I fall in love on the bus every day
Every stranger looks like someone I’ve seen before
Thankfully they always walk away