And it's unfortunate, I'll grovel
'til the end, grab the edges of
our sheets and cover myself with
the last cold corner of my dreams —
pretenses never kept us warm.
My dear, if only we knew how to
shine, we are very much aware of
our chemistry letting us down but,
cold-blooded, we did learn how
to hide in plain sight.
So if there's only moments to
burn in the dark, I'll hold them
close to my heart, each memory to
keep me going, placed as sacred
beside each star in the sky.
Those silences of being ourselves,
filled by ruminating about existence,
humanity's good and bad, I could stay
forever still, safe within an endless
dream, waking up still being a child.