Smoke Signals

who feels like a ghost - who touches down from coast to coast then floats away again, content to live, rewind, lose her mind, but manages the best of friends to pass the time?

we laugh when they think anything matters, they're wrong and we couldn't be sadder - i mean it couldn't be sadder. we're asking different questions but finding the same answers everytime. we could just do the math but then it won't rhyme. so we'll sing it with the windows down and for three and a half minutes we're alive.

then we're sober all over our beds alone, can't pick up a bottle or pick up our phones. each cigarette leaves it's mark, we're living in halftime throwing up smoke signs worlds apart. nobody gets broken because we're to stubborn to say fuck it and just rip the stiches open.

a lovers touch, a cigarette kiss, watching the sky through the rain, so much to miss you dull the pain with a hit that you can't take anymore so you're just bored. different actors, same play. different morning, same day. i love you, (damn it) get away.

you're up driving late you can't go home, the cd skips the radiator moans, pavement spilts, another hour to go. remember you touching my face, meeting my stare, your fingers are blades when they aren't even there. when they are they plant hydrogen bombs in my brain. pain (love), pain (love), pain. and nothing remains.

skin feels too heavy it's holding me in, want to become the puddle i feel like i am so we cuddle but its too much. life like cigarettes, a violent glow then dust. i am the puddle that fell through the cracks, broken trying to handle love, trying to give a fuck back.

where was i - i don't remember? i was pretending we had a goodbye and trying to learn how to fly, the bruises from last time still tender. can you feel me now, am i touching somehow? cursed with paper wings, a love for pretty things, and a brain that never slows to a crawl, there's a flashback from the top of a building, a sunset, a fall.