i remember you when we were younger
and our eyes turned silver
underneath the passing moments
i laughed at your kisses
and cried at all of your funerals
you are my precious drama queen
in between spaces and smiles and such
i am your suffocating king
bent at the edge of your glance
your eyes turn daggers into medicine
i'm relaxing the sky, all art no pain
i'm flexing your innocent, curved to the knuckle
you ask me if i remember when we were younger
and i'm telling you yes, i do
and i'm telling you i'm sorry
i'm sorry