Turning Book Shelves Into Driftwood

I think about your arms around me or your voice on the other end of the telephone, and sometimes it feels like it was just a dream. Your lips parted, leaning in just for me. The way you'd pull me to your bed as if I wouldn't go willingly. As if my feet were afraid. As if my heart was underneath them.

Just because you can see it doesn't mean it's yours to have, like the moon and the stars. Oh yeah and you.

Take me to the hospital and feed me through my arm cause my mouth's just always only good for words I won't mean anymore when the pills wear off.

We are the talk about town, the grapevine's being watered.

Leave no hearts (or stomachs) unturned,
7’s for when you’re not quite sure

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