When you love more than you are loved, love is not enough
When you're awoken by morning song of pneumatic drills and sirens
Call me Emily, call me a crash landing
Call me Emily, let me crawl on my hands and knees
When you kiss in the morning, but turn your back when you go to sleep
I'm so sick of staring at statues with missing limbs
Because I'm okay with feeling like I'm falling apart