somehow...it happens on the split,
You & I in love
Leaving just a teeny little crevice
Where we could crawl out of it
If we wanted to, but don't think of where
Huddled up on a closet shelf, is there
room for thoughts up there?
Didn't you notice breath makes light
stuffy, and the scarcity's only the air...?
Think I realized way before you that it
was becoming a game
This love of ours <closetly> the uniforms
dressing us up tho we're not the same...
As any one of them
Remember how you'd come home, heavy
and I would rub your shoulders down
roll over on top of you and just exhale
you'd breathe in, going slow because
we both know my habits, like me, are frail
There are people outside the apartment,
in their hurries and their cars
What I love about you is I don't have to
take my time, I can always take yours
Doesn't matter where we go, because we
always come so far...
And there are people inside that talk so
loud and bang up our thinning stairs
Trying to drum out their own commandments
When they should be on hands and knees
Searchin for traces of prayers
They don't interrupt us in our dreamy
we just have our own affairs...
Because you & I on love
Is a ride we take when we split