• You told me a story.
    We painted the curves
    Of the brains that weren’t ours,
    Giddy and confused,
    Blushing and smiles.
    Cinnamon smoke covered us
    With nostalgia and hope.
    We ignored the cold;
    It was warm inside,
    But you woke up
    I was stuck in our dream,
    Trying to pull you back asleep
    And you tell me you went back,
    You tell me you went back to sleep.
    You tell me to stay dreaming,
    Don’t leave me alone in our little world.