Knowing the things that I know

Tonight is no consolation 

So what, we live on a globe

And everyone I know is here right now

On this sphere

Alone



You are far away

On some land out in the water

where the sun can kiss you head to toe

the air can get you hotter than I could

I oughtn't even try

Whenever I do the space gets wider

in between us than before

I'm staring out from deep across the bed



Into our shelters we go

shield us from the unbearably high sky

shroud us in from what we know

bandaged up from all the bleeding love

and

you don't even believe in outer space

equal to the rate at which you doubt my crying face

and since you don't believe me

should I cover up and fake it?

or just sit here with your disbelief and know that I can take it?