background vocals,
red wine,
and nothing but tonight.
the grooves
in my fingerprints
say that I understand.
there are not things
to know
just things to spill.
a carpet's purpose
is to cover the floor
and catch tears.
so what if
my music
is too loud!
caught up
in specialness,
I wish we could see.
we are just kids
lost in comparisons,
begging for misery.
as the world is unraveling,
I wonder who we
can be.