There aren't enough pages to write down everything that went wrong this year.

Every line slowly got smaller as eighteen years escaped your eyes.

So I smile like an unaware widow thinking we're invincible,

but if hearts were unbreakable there'd be no songs to sing along to.

Time dosen't move at the end of your driveway and phones don't ring

when they're laying on the highway.

I take a breath on the window and trace a heart around our names.

If this is what it feels like to live forever, I'd rather die young.

Tonight streetlights outshine the sky.