it’s unfortunate we’re so dissonant, it’s the distances that are disaffecting, it’s the nicotine nicking up your teeth, lick your fingers clean and remember me
quit your bickering, we don’t need to speak, make the most of it while you got me hanging, it’s a dial tone and a quiet there, if your fingers bleed, let ‘em bleed, think of me
it’s a torch song if you need a torch to get back to me, to get back to me, it’s a touchstone but you don’t like to be touched, I don’t like your tone, I don’t like it that much, test me…
if you see me weeks from now like we planned it, I can’t stand and watch you exist, I make miles teach me how to forget it and get away from you, get away from you…
