A month between us (and) a thousand cigarettes
New ink on your arms spilling straight into my heart
I am shaking as hard as I shook that night, sitting on the side of your bed
You are steady and fixed upon me with a far away look in your eyes.
Nights, beside him, my body still slick with sweat -
I don't see your face and I don't dream your lips
I look into his eyes and see the world spinning there -
I melt into his mouth and feel my stomach whisper forever.
I no longer want you
No longer dream of the way you used to measure my life in/
the solid drum beats of a punk rock boy band...
His soft brown eyes have cleared away all the hazy memories of days spent slowly smoking on your floor
But when, by chance, I encounter you in the streets
I find myself trembling, and I chain-smoke my way home.
New ink on your arms spilling straight into my heart
I am shaking as hard as I shook that night, sitting on the side of your bed
You are steady and fixed upon me with a far away look in your eyes.
Nights, beside him, my body still slick with sweat -
I don't see your face and I don't dream your lips
I look into his eyes and see the world spinning there -
I melt into his mouth and feel my stomach whisper forever.
I no longer want you
No longer dream of the way you used to measure my life in/
the solid drum beats of a punk rock boy band...
His soft brown eyes have cleared away all the hazy memories of days spent slowly smoking on your floor
But when, by chance, I encounter you in the streets
I find myself trembling, and I chain-smoke my way home.
