Jun 8
I swear I think about you
More than you think about you
I am paying you conjugal visits
In the cell in my mind
I put you there, I know
I locked you up and swallowed the key
It might upon up my heart shaped box
The one I wear on my sleeve
It’s tattooed in bad ink, destined to fade
But I know that that’s how memories are made
They’re fresh at first
And when I’m at my worst
I still remember the outlines
The shapes that made up the two of us
Shadows on walls
And until the end, darling
Until the night falls
I’ll still see your shadow
Even with the lights off
