You’ve been staring at the moon since last night. Can you still see the moon after the sun’s risen?
I call to you, but you don’t hear me. That’s something I’ve hated and loved about you
I woke up to the sound of a calendar being ripped. When was that cold morning?
Rain had fallen and let up as I slept, and from the television rang the voice of a phony woman
“Revolutionaries who live under their covers deserve to die.” She was saying something like that
Indistinguishable days go round and round, and after three laps of that I start to die
I know I’m being cliché, but I say let’s get out of here
We can’t find real happiness with predetermined methods
Sirens blare and pierce my ears. You finally stop looking at the moon
Quickly, I gather the scattered shards, hide them before you notice and I
Head to the covers
Kind, shallow words shower from my mouth and make a rainbow
You call the beautifully shimmering rainbow a dirty color, laugh, and cry
The rain starts up again. It drowns out the rainbow and we forget its colors
We rub against each other like shards of glass reflecting off one another
Sirens blare and pierce my ears. Our touching fingers will break contact soon
Peek a foot out from under the covers, so that we can escape from this freezing room
When was that cold morning, when I woke up to the sound of a calendar being ripped? When was it?
Let’s go outside to look at the moon. I want to show you what I see
That’s all I want. Please, please, that’s all I want
You’re looking at the moon, as always. You’re not thinking of what to do from here
We lock eyes through the car’s back mirror, as the sound of the sirens grow distant behind us