Texty:
Dear And The Headlights

and you're done talking Not to mention I've stopped breathing I'm such a mess I'm rushing to open your car door You lean and open mine before I can turn the key and

mumbling There used to be a time when you spoke to me with words I'm swearing up and down saying it's a commitment And toasting new beginnings saying

That lurid moon in peeking out And your steps they seem to rhyme So perfectly with mine As we pass through ancient gates And I'm whistling at stray dogs And

On some mentioning of thoughts and of mid-twenties tangent plots Those sad feathery talks that float on all that Tattered teenage applause clapped out

can call me when you're bored I'll sing a song low Over the telephone In lower decibels so you can hear it and hear it and hear it and hear it And lost

Loose grip, and tight lipped Thinning your blood Begging Not sleeping Happy in love Coming over and apart Lonely, I look at you You're shaking and

chin, love Purged a poem I swore was finished Heaping lines half chewed unconscious Settle on a plot, chalk another loss Stage set for Breathing and choking on swallowed conversations Clutching and

You still think you've got it Is this the best idea that you've ever had? The living room, the furnace heat You pull your hair and gnash and weep Confess

to Out come the gaunt ghosts of your thoughts They're shrieking in prose and breathing rhymelessness archaic gloom Cover your mouth, sound trickles down and