"you've got a pretty kind of dirty face"

i'm knocking on blank doors everyday,
using dead flowers and scotch tape
to remember.

we've been watching our lungs on the big screen
like it was someone else's life.

the headlights only saw youth and love,
her breath hidden in his neck.

we haven't taken the 1975 off of repeat,
but we turned up the bass
because i like it when my ribs rattle
like my heart hasn't already fallen asleep.

we'll skip the saxophone
while you drop your lids
and your shouting mind.

just remember that the stars make
a more honest silver screen.

follow my eyes to the sky
and put your hands under your head
like you have nowhere to be.

lay back and watch
your lungs, my lungs,
like it was someone else's life.

smile,
like our hearts haven't already fallen asleep.

our lungs are moving through the stars
and it's no one's story
but ours.


--erin




(title is from "robbers" by the 1975)