we are moon pale skin under
may leaf skies, dark circles
hiding below sleepless eyes
the static buzz of a stutter heart
stop, stop, restart

you've got me strung out like
a map of the constellations
torn apart and rearranged
it's just not the same

but if you still want
awkward mornings after
cereal scattered on ceramic tile
floors in kitchens of people
we've never known, will never know
then i'll be you're

i'll be your electric shock kiss
on inky black intoxicated nights
under may leaf skies
wet dew grass under young bodies
dark circles hiding below our
sleepless eyes.