Twelve

I know that someday you'll be sleeping, darling

Likely dreaming off the pain

I hope you'll hear me in the streetlight's humming

Softly breathing out your name

I know that even with the seams stitched tightly

Darling, scars will remain

I say we scrape them from eachother, darling

And let them wash off in the rain

And when they run into the river

I swear that even with the distance slowly wearing out your name

Your hands still catch the light the right way

And our hearts still beat the same

And our hearts still beat the same