And there’s things I would like to do that you don’t believe in. I would like to build something, but you never see it happen. And there’s this burning like there’s always been. I’ve never been so alone, and I, I’ve never been so alive.
Your lips taste like nicotine And I know smoke has filled your lungs But that’s okay Because I can still find galaxies in your eyes And I feel content At the sight of those stars And when your hand reaches mine I feel flowers grow in my ribcage And I feel butterflies flutter and bump against my stomach And that’s okay Because I’m okay And we’re okay.