home
four walls or countless veins
a heart that's pulsating out of its socket
or a door with a key and a lock on it
is it about that leak in the ceiling
or that boundless silence that's letting
you know you could never be alone in the feeling
forgive me, i'm eerily definitive in spite of it all
but my god, what else do i do when the loft's echo has your pitch
the lights flicker to your breathing pace
and behind my eyelids lives your face