missing busses watching boats on fire i am manic but happy and its raining and theres sparrows around our feet, wings bent and crooked. Their eyes are spun out of copper wires. i swear. really i think they are

and i waltz in way too late and tired and the walls are swallowing me, i sometimes have to remember that they aren't mine

but i think it was worth it

bus rides and coffee cups and faces i cant forget. my ears are still ringing from your voice