(0307) lost and found pt. 3

watching you in reverse just makes me feel worse, and the words i write get lost in the night.
my silence has fucked up all the things that i've loved, but this time, i wouldn't care if someone stopped to stare.
are we folding our clothes? at this point, there's still nothing i know. talking to myself while the ice starts to melt.
we're walking alone. the distance is lodged inside of our bones. the receipt says to come again, but all i think of is when.

the cost is of no concern. watch the earth as it turns, and if it keeps up with the sun, i think i'd steal the air from those lungs.
maybe the invisible war between darkness and day can give birth to something new if we can meet somewhere halfway.
all that i need are a few tiny seeds and soil to hold the roots inside these discarded notes.

i come apart. i drive in circles. a stranger's heart is cold and happy, but someone else's is warm and sad.
wait for good news and watch it never come. taste the moment and savor it until it's gone.
i always listen to songs until they're done.