a talking to
the morning after combat
october
revolution
flood
runaway
kind of

flood

right before you left me your ex-boyfriend kissed me
on the mouth
and his throat rustled like your bedsheets; he just winked at me
'don't worry, my sweet'
so I passed some state lines just to leave it behind
like you asked me to
but you came through my headphones
you came through the news

when it rains here the city begins to drown
baby close your eyes
I promise we won't look down
[just don't look down]

faces grow in gardens
I just kiss them all
problem is they kiss back here
after all
and they lie in your bed with roots under blankets
and pretty eyes
I come here in remembrance of you
sometimes

I never was in love with you
I don't think you knew I existed
but every time I slow myself down
I begin to miss it
I think I'm just saying the same old thing
every single time
but I don't want you to come here
this city is mine