I wish I could apologize for tomorrow,
But my lips are dry, dry as winter air,
The sparks between us now are only static
surging from fingertips, bursting onto hair-
So let’s just kiss like cowards,
Let our hands roam free beneath the flagwhite sheets,
Someone else can worry about the fallout,
The someone born from a shaking sleep.
I hope I won’t hurt you when you hurt me.
Can’t stand these tiny shards in my lungs,
You hear the hollow rasping of my breath now,
Aching for the whole thing to be do done.
So let’s just kiss like cowards for a moment,
Pretend like there’s no mines left in the sea,
Let me stay a while at your fingertips,
because tomorrow you’ll be done with me