you’ve invaded me
taking space in all my frames...

salt sounds to a dry mouth
drowning on the afterthought...

the heart wants what it wants
but the mind can only categorize...

there is something to be said
about the way you look when you're happy...

i like you
and for you...

i’m thinking about how
your name sounds safe...

thought i could bury my dark
inside all your light...

you make everything seem like
it’s bad and planned...

you and i are all bite / no bullet
ammunition built like the taste of your lips...

you make it seem good and true
- this wonderment game...

your eyes were the only thing that ever looked at...
but your gaze is turned towards the compass...

all i can think about is back seat heat
palms sweating like a race horse...