bees and craters

but right now, the world seems off-kilter it's
like sinking without giving up
running out of chains and cuffs and
falling flat on pins and hairs, i
sleep so easy on days like these
but it's harder now to speak

and when i gave the world to you i expected
not to want one too, good
plan but now the sky looks nice and
i just want to break this ice that
sticks to our tongues

these nights are never young