the weekends are now ours
relax your tired head
smell my smell and know you're home
i tend to your feelings
and in reward get letters
knee buckling was unavoidable
mish-mash my insides with a pen and paper
a classic love story
again, suffocating at the space
hot chocolate in the winter
my truck is almost warm
your shape shines through
the sun always killed my eyes when i stepped outside
now i can't bear to open the closet
two sheets and one inflatable
organs skip beats, i can't open it until you're here to witness it
then we can argue about who fills it up
that time of the year is close, and you're close to being here
these dreams i've had, they will happen again
this time for real, this time for sure
we just need to be patient and the papers will appear
this sector of where my head is, it bleeds and bleeds you
sometimes i sit around with three telephones