My palms were engraved by the tips of my fingernails
my overnight clenching caused by thoughts of you, probably, but I can't recall the specificity's
of my night terrors anymore.

I can barely hold myself up in the brightness of these mornings
I feel far too cynical to bare the heat of this overbearing California sun
I'd much rather it be as ice as it is inside my body

We're so similar
your lips are with mommy's eyes on my face
together