Sometimes at early dawn / You overpower my eyelids / And won’t let me wake up
I love the texture of your hair and I wanted to tell you about it in far too many words than either you or I are comfortable with.
We'll put up feigned politicians / And their fake promises instead
Who do I tell, sir? The walls do not listen, The roads do not answer back
Here are a few things I learned in the one month we haven’t spoken
you don't recognise yourself, / everything is lost like a fish in Lethean space. / you have mistaken truth for love again
at night I look past my window / moon like a bruise hoisted on the shoulder of onlookers / as they draw their curtains
I hope you fight with your mother when you have a migraine, / I hope there's a holud ceremony playing item songs right beside your building
Pebbles strewn pavement Keep drawing me back
Sometimes at early dawn / You overpower my eyelids / And won’t let me wake up
I love the texture of your hair and I wanted to tell you about it in far too many words than either you or I are comfortable with.
Who do I tell, sir? The walls do not listen, The roads do not answer back
We'll put up feigned politicians / And their fake promises instead
face to face, 20 taka in my pocket and this keyless map do you think love ever ends?
Pebbles strewn pavement Keep drawing me back
I hope you fight with your mother when you have a migraine, / I hope there's a holud ceremony playing item songs right beside your building
at night I look past my window / moon like a bruise hoisted on the shoulder of onlookers / as they draw their curtains
you don't recognise yourself, / everything is lost like a fish in Lethean space. / you have mistaken truth for love again
Here are a few things I learned in the one month we haven’t spoken
