Our hearts break over and over forever
or at least each time we meet
I'm keen to keep this agreement
we tend to talk but never speak

I'm bitter and drunk again
in the living room with old R. E. M
Though I don't know any of them
you're city across with your phantom friends

Lie awake
Confess your flaws to the ceiling
A million tiny ghosts fall from your throat

The feeling is fleeting
Purple bows and summer clothes
Every night is disparate
and every night our distance grows

It's a funeral for a feeling, a life I forget to live
I'll call you up and lie about the fucks that I don't give

I felt the bed fall away on the night you left
I barely closed my eyes with the amount I slept
Like a falling star to ground below
If you ever fall again don't let me know

So sleep alone out of spite, every night