Days dedicated to the thought of being through
and I just want to lay in bed with you
and admit that I’m so tired of everything I do

But with you
it was new
and I can’t stop thinking about the moon
In the nights, I saw your breath in the room

So draw a line in the snow
Between what you thought and what you know
And in that space, build a hole in the way

If this fire goes out, I will keep you warm
the best I can

I threw everything I have into the flames just to make it last

in the absence of everything, i promise to keep you warm, flatsound