we're dictating speeds from a signal
of coastlines still armored in blue
if it's midnight, then maybe I only
notice when colors removed.
you're aiming around with a cinematic grace
and it's all i can do to stare.
the flash of a camera
a blurred dance of irony
just breathe me in soon.
tonight just seemed like a postcard
that I can't wait to accept
when i'm not so sure of myself
I feel like somebody else
so let's grab flashing lights
and shoot high in the sky
and sleep in the space between airplanes and satellites.
and it's not that i don't like the sound
of the ocean
it just reminds me of something like you.
the way the waves crash in similar fashion
to the patterns of your attitude.
and i'm fine, I swear that i'm fine.
I just don't get like this all the time.
so tell me,
did she ask about me yet?
