The ringing in my earsThe ruffled sheets of someone else’s bedYour stink won’t wash offI wasn’t the only oneYou’re not the only oneJust trying night after night to find a heart that feels like home.

I’m unfinished business and business hours are over

Love letters to the depressed and the future heartbrokenI’m leaving the light on in my old streetHoping I see some surrender on the other side oftownBlink twice if you can see me. Blink thrice if you need me.We’ve been walking alone for too long, putting all our rotten eggs in the same basketSkipping in the dark, singing do rei (forget) me.

Oh tell me again how you are saving me.Oh tell me again how you are leaving me.Take care, sweetheart. Play fair, sweetheart.Living different lives in empty beds.

My sister wrote letters to the dead and hid them in her bedroom drawers.I wrote imaginary letters in my head to living.

You fear no inferno when you are born amidst flames.It’s another flesh wound, another lasting burn.Carry them with you.

I’m dancing on land mines across your chest.Hoping high hopes I’ll trigger some