recording now. this liquid down my throat takes me back to tains underneath. that constant feeling, like cassette loops at the end of summer. every descion we've ever made brought us here. alone and together. do you mind? all i think about is what would have happened if we met eachothersooner. cleaning our hands, magnetic resonance imagining. spent too long running away. what has become of me? washing all of me washing it all away and spinning until i vomit but i can't get you off.

tracks i could buid a forever on top of, or maybe within. but so the answer to everthing is you. isn't it? one conversation and some time, thats what it was all about. streetlights. the bakery. bus seats on the left side. construction far away. sounds that came to me in my sleep. do you still think of me? summer and bruise and mirrors for breakfast and now, a melody that lived with me for years before i heard it in its original context. why'd you leave me? im looking through the window from the train. get off at your designated station and do not wait for me. i'll get on the next one. i still love you. if you ask to be left alone there is no one to blame but yourself when your wish is granted. do you remember all the candles you've blown out on your birthdays? seeing your life through a window on my hand.