To Miss Catherine (A Birthday Gift. Sorry I Can't Do Better, But Still...)

Hide out
It's certainly a safe place with the lights out
And blankets shielding bodies from the cold, I know
That there exists polaroids of clothing that you used to wear
Your skin constructed cities as it
Flaked into the stitches and the seams, dearest
You left me with a closet where the moth's digest a promise that
I'll never tell a soul, I know that you know that
(I'll never tell a soul, I know that you know that)

We stack bricks, we're building
A brand new city
We will sleep softly
And underwater
We stack bricks, we're building
A brand new city
We will sleep softly
And underwater
We are all the same
We're breathless sculptures