happier than i should

i switched brights for neutrals, heartbreak for avoidance, my curls set into limpness and any annoyance grew dim - i'm naive. i forgive. i'm wearing nail polish and paint on my sleeve, i've got nothing to give and you've got nothing to give  - i'm sitting and biding the time til i leave.

then it shapeshifts like smoke, then it draws to an end, all the turns that we took and the rules that we bend, all the words that you threw just to keep me around and they're all piling up and they set on the ground and they fall from the sky in the night's wintry glare, all the reasons i can't find a reason elsewhere.

i'll sleep one hour or two when the window's tinged blue, but tell me when you're up, and what you're up to.  when the sun breaks the scattered lamplight halo, i'll get out, step in puddles and write names in the snow, i'll go buy those chocolates of eight years ago, then i'll come back here and i'll let you know.