Deray's somewhere in custody While Geneviève snuck peacefully Out of this bruising night And so we're left to fly or fight It feels absurd to still Think of other things to fill Up in my heart like any kind of love I am a mourning dove No more My's Me Mine's and I's But if I don't, then no one else will hear of me In any light I'm not the type to be written about So I'll do all the leg work And I'll take care of the washout By pouring all the secrets I've collected in my heart Upon the dirt in details I've left out on the street There's only hope in costumes and dessert I'll one day eat I haven't really fought yet, but there's always time to start Good morning healing earth You log on and it hurts Big leaves and leaves so big I can't sleep well and I no longer dream of you We don't talk much and I'm “Jacking off to someone new” At home, everyone is angry all the time Nobody eats together We never hold each other With sweet laughter or just a pair of arms And so my pillars are eroding and everything feels far From 1hr to 3,000 miles far away I send another text to which I won't get a reply today There's only hope in being held and dreaming once again Nothing seems promising And this is where I've mostly been