Your skin rubbed off on my pillow
Smells like central heating
Or the insides of houses
And it’s the closest I’ve been to sleeping with you
But tomorrow, oh
Will be the first of the forever I’m so scared of wishing for
The forever we make sure of as we turn into each other
When I start wearing plain white tops
And you pull on jeans and band t-shirts
The transition I long for when I transform into you
So that I know you’ll always be in my life
And that your smell will never leave my pillow.
