thrill-seeker, cake eater

Your ears feel like the cold steel tabletops I wipe to wile away the time when you're away

I swear I didn't mean to sound so sad

If I went to bed maybe I'd kiss you again

If I went to bed maybe I'd get creases on my skin 

Just so you could iron them out with your tongue

I tried to find you in the smoke of cigarettes I never lit

I was left gasping for air

Clutching my throat and all that was left of us