You and I are made of bad habits.
Like bricks, we’ve stacked them
one on top of another
until two beautiful fucking disasters
Maybe I smoke too much.
I watch my breath leave my lungs to know
that there’s something left
inside of me.
And maybe you drink
to kill what’s inside of you.
I don’t know.
I won’t act like I do.
But I’ve been biting my nails
and I think it’s because
I wish you were here biting my lip
but I’ll keep biting my tongue
have a bad habit of doing.
And I know you don’t sleep enough
because I don’t either,
but I like to think
that if we were tangled in each other
we’d sleep just fine,
or at least be ok
with staying up all night.
And if you could taste my lips
you wouldn’t be thirsty
for anything else.
And if I could breathe you in
I would hate the smell of smoke in comparison.
I often find myself thinking about you
you’re across the world
finding yourself thinking about me too.
It’s the only habit
I’m not trying to kick.
It takes a village… #lilbro #bigsis #friends #muirbeach (at Muir Woods/Beach -San Francisco)
Babies are like tiny drunk adults… No questions about it. #lilbro #bigsis #adventureswithstinks #muirbeach #naturewithfriends (at Muir Woods/Beach -San Francisco)
This should have been the whole movie…