Well I won't pretend to miss you 'cause I don't

There's a quiet morning mist along the coast

And I don't mind the drive or distance so I thought

These double lines wouldn't leave me so choked up

Well I can't bring myself to kiss you so I won't

You take all the time you need I'm taking some

Paint the asphalt with summer sand and blood

Find the bandaids up by the kitchen door

Take a picture of your friends through the glass

Are you sure that this is how you want to pass

The time I've seen means nothing to me now

How I wish that I could keep you on the phone

You cut your hand, you bite your lip

You chase the sun

Listen, it feels like hunger

An ocean's worth of flotsam

Some sinks and some floats

Like that story about the goat's head

Will she remain bleating?

Or is it the silence that persists

The shadow has more meaning

I wonder if it's the branch or the light that matters more

Or if the dance is something else entirely

Insatiable, a singing

Or yes, more of a high murmur

I drool for the heaviness