"We had a promise made
We were in love”
You’re likea little fruityou’re likea moon I wantto holdI said lemon slopeabout yourhipbecause it’s oneof my wordsabout youI whisperedin bedthis smoothingthe fruit &then alonewith my bookbut writingin it the pageswaggingagainst my knucklesin thelight like asail.
The Antlers - I Don’t Want Love
We wake up with pounding heads,
Bruised down below.
I should have built better walls,
Or slept in my clothes.
So if I see you again,
Desperate and stoned,
Keep your prison locked up,
And I will leave my gun at home.