shooooot

never was your photograph hanging on the hinge always on my mind
on a rainy monday i count backwards from 23
for me this is heaven
in my saved voicemails
in my text box
i imagine you waiting all day

at le disko i ignore shooting stars, i be every boy's weather girl
you be not with me
as i turn to real life i quickly turn back
i wont be shaken
tucking me in a bathroom mirror, shake! dont cry out
in a sunflowers murmur, faith! a ribbon of doubt

minutes, hours, days
when they came for us/// those clocks
coulda been good, us/// glove box
swing high swing low
we gave into vertigo
that was my sundown
that was your clarity
strive, thrive, drive, dive
you and them and her
the weight in life's tricks
raged we are pilots

and away you fly
leaving me stripped that first time
say goodbye, our best try
enter the hurt our new slang
but what the fuck
it starts with one, right?
but you are the one

and all this time we thought it was just a shiny toy gun
so shot I am by this boy on tour

it was loaded.
im proof.
picture me.
on loves floor.
poof.
picture you.
more.
the great fluke of absence.
the worst part of amazing. kiss.
the curse of these mental photographs.
ha ha sometimes i forget to

so i just sing songs to never cry
hanging on hinges never on my mind