Coming down it was like a bruise: neon in the fog
By the way that you held me if I remember
Dripping in the static of your arms: a different kind of warmth
And I'll hold my breath to keep from asking
Is it enough
Searing and splintered
Eyes can't adjust
Even the night becomes him
For the heaviness in my throat it's cause I want to know you
When you say 'good morning', every time I am so much closer
And I shouldn't make your voice colors on the wall
When I know that I still need to hear you say it
Is it enough
Wavering nameless
More than a f*ck
Show me a good sign, baby
Is it funny that I still find hours looking for him go by
Disappearing beneath the light glowing under the ache