So this is fucking off degrees
and I suppose we turned out to be not-quite-hawaii but i
can float back to sleep cause at least  you're lying to me
like music that dances from glowing apartments
as shadows entwine into a creamy darkness
like jewelry hung down from rich silhouettes
protrays on the sidewalk where wetness reflects
all the colours of evening and the onset of light
like the promise of nothing, sweet nothing, tonight

So this is enacting ecstasy and I
suppose we turned out to be bathroom graffiti but i
can float back to sleep cause at least you're lying to me
like shoveling hope into the infinite us
til the world surges in yelling, 'this is a drug bust'
might turn up the heat and make us into one person
but then the temperature plunges and the predicament worsens
til we're a fleck of new snow on the eyelash of a cow
and we melt away, melt away,
melt away now