I could love and drown in your God damned smile lines, but I think i burnt up watching you rallying to stay alive, and I guess that’s fine. It seems we all get sick, we all die in some no name hospital with the same colored walls, and I guess that’s fine, but I want to swallow, I want to stomach, I want to live. It’s been a rough while and some days are worse than others, there’s no proper way to feel, no mirth, no levity, no amazing grace,
just a flame on a lake floating away, I can’t let you lay, I want you to know, I’m learning patience against my will, I want you to know, I’ll get by, always barely scraping
with just a hunger, with just a heart apart, it’s a hell of a thing.