i should live in salt for leaving you behind

my life still exists without you but it's a little bit emptier. it's a little bit rougher around the edges. my sails blown open to the wild seas; i know you won't protect me anymore.

i want to light your matches and burn your candle next to my hair i want to sleep on fire and not feel a thing.

i'm one hundred different things i'm a liar i'm not worth a dime. i tasted salt on my plate and knew it was my tears. i want to be alone but i'm scared i'd miss you and despite your gentle touch i'm still nobody new.

i cried my eyes out for you but tears aren't worth a thing i'd never have enough salt to pay you back the love that i owe.

i want to light your matches and burn your candle next to my hair i want to sleep on fire and not feel a thing. i'd never have enough tears to put out the fire that i've started i'd never have enough salt to pay you back the love that i owe i'd never live enough lonely lives drinking in the dead sea to collect enough salt to pay you back the love that i owe.

those things you do will all catch up to you

in china i danced alone to the smiths in some strange rooftop bar, not even lonely at all.

girls who dance.
girls who sing.

people who sit alone in crowded bars. i don't understand and will always understand their desire to be close to the crowd but not in it. in the middle of the dance floor,

i too, prefer the darkness.

if you asked me, i would ask for the quiet at 5:43am
when no one is mad at me because i haven't screwed up,
and my sorries haven't piled up,
and i'm running to catch the first metro
to get to work on time.