switches avoiding fingers, airing a world premiere.
knowing the guilt that we bring in the room, sleeping doesn't come easy.
lying awake, waiting on you.
if it is perfect, try it.
it will never be enough, for just a touch.
faction guilty hands with cursive words ready for flight.
crash and burn, crash and burn, crashing and burning.
we dilate the red and worship with a crown, i cannot be the same.
truly i knew you would rain insomnia now.
take without sound.
but its raining tonight, pouring circles down my window.
its raining grace.
i don't want my body to smell like a process i can get used to.
grace.
