I rest in pages of tea and quiet
where blankets are soft and nothing is wrong
the lowest music
creasing my ears
memories of rain
flickering behind my eyelids
have you always been my friend?
I'm sick, so sick
in the middle of all the good
I'm sick, so sick
so sick
so sick
can the rain be like closure?
to break me down and hold me still...
just give me a second, friend
to dance under your cold fingers
and learn to let it all go.