Last night was soft and sweet

you said I have a nice way of talking now

we’re wobbly sleep deprived and we know

what it feels like to ask for forgiveness

a boy saw us and told me you’re not all that good

cracks showing on his face unconcerned with morality

everyone can see the smoke rising from behind the walls

and what about your way of talking

I told him how you hold yourself keep it all

on your chest and sleeve openness and security

so firm it’s a threat

a strong embrace farewell it hit me

this place would be lost without you