there ain’t enough dying stars in my sky
so I weep at your feet and curl up under the clover
stars shoot up and down my spine, pinball machine
it starts to all feel like a game
it starts to make me laugh with tears in my eyes
wherever did the salt come from?
I sleep through the meteor showers
my shield is peppered with holes
maybe a million things are wrong but
I’ve got this.
the stars aren’t shining for me
they’re always there for you, it seems
maybe a year will pass
and we’ll still be alive; maybe a year will pass us by
and the sky will finally be empty of our midnight words
I kind of want to scream at you. Why don’t I know you anymore?
Love “empty of our midnight words”
This is beautiful, River!