when we were young we met on corners
houses grew taller
and the sky it broke in two
and in the short days of winter
darkness came before dinner
and we kissed until our bodies glowed
and we made friends with the shadows
my heads against the cool glass
writing "love" in the window
my sleep routines make you weak in the knees
your sleep routines made me wead in the knees
but these cold empty rooms
make me long for something new
