Sometimes at early dawn / You overpower my eyelids / And won’t let me wake up
I love the texture of your hair and I wanted to tell you about it in far too many words than either you or I are comfortable with.
We'll put up feigned politicians / And their fake promises instead
Who do I tell, sir? The walls do not listen, The roads do not answer back
Here are a few things I learned in the one month we haven’t spoken
you don't recognise yourself, / everything is lost like a fish in Lethean space. / you have mistaken truth for love again
at night I look past my window / moon like a bruise hoisted on the shoulder of onlookers / as they draw their curtains
I hope you fight with your mother when you have a migraine, / I hope there's a holud ceremony playing item songs right beside your building
Pebbles strewn pavement Keep drawing me back
Sometimes at early dawn / You overpower my eyelids / And won’t let me wake up
I love the texture of your hair and I wanted to tell you about it in far too many words than either you or I are comfortable with.
Who do I tell, sir? The walls do not listen, The roads do not answer back
We'll put up feigned politicians / And their fake promises instead
Here are a few things I learned in the one month we haven’t spoken
face to face, 20 taka in my pocket and this keyless map do you think love ever ends?
Pebbles strewn pavement Keep drawing me back
I hope you fight with your mother when you have a migraine, / I hope there's a holud ceremony playing item songs right beside your building
at night I look past my window / moon like a bruise hoisted on the shoulder of onlookers / as they draw their curtains
you don't recognise yourself, / everything is lost like a fish in Lethean space. / you have mistaken truth for love again
