You left a lot of lights,
I know I did too.
We're falling out of sleep
And into our shoes.
The carpet told me ugly things last night.
I had a dream about Ana,
And she wasn't you.

We don't wear each other's
Suits anymore.
I follow you around and
Stand by the door.
There's a circus in my head and girls in my wrists.
You know I'll dream about you
And bore you to death.

I don't mind
Ice cream trucks.
They're just fine.