
tonight, it's too late for dreams and too early for escape.
we might as well forget star charts and map our own flaws for a change.
we might as well forget star charts and map our own flaws for a change.







distance is the friend i stopped getting along with—
i got tired of its tendency to get in my way,
but it still makes plans for me sometimes.
the truth is, i won’t be ready when i see you,
we are creating new stars right here,
woven from the neon strands
from the nightlife below our window.
we hang them in the curtains
and then forget to look outside.



