quiet, ear to your chest
falling walls and the rest
of commonly held opinions
finally disappearing


move me onto the floor
dissolve a little more
i’ll whatch you dance with your ghosts
if you say you love me the most
i’ll watch you dance with your ghost
if you say you love me the most


but you might need permission
from me to give any fight
you’re in no position
to love anything, oh but you might.


half way you’ll let me know
how far i’ve still to go
the joke’s on the hand-drawn map
i’ve crumpled and torn in our laps
the trusted advice in the stars
i read you aloud in the car


But why’d I need permission
from them to give any fight
I sit and blame conditions
when I could have loved you if I tried