you came here on a plane, through the clouds and over water, just to make sure we were close. when did clothes become so uncomfortable? so we’ll take them off, and i’ll let go of everything that i had lost in a single night.
i still dream of a home where we both chose where the things go. you’re hanging a clock on the wall, and i hear it’s tone when it strikes noon. cuckoo.
we’re lying in a bed with the sheets over the windows, and the daylight was gone when you said that you loved me more than you knew. cuckoo.