• Calendars measured in handfuls and binges
    Debit card debts, and half-empty syringes
    Addictions from habits, goodnights into comas
    Weary eyed dropouts demand their diplomas

    Fraternity houses foundations of cards
    Embraces in alleys and couches on yards
    It's now and it's want and it's crave and it's need
    Taking for granted indulgence brings greed

    Easing off vices and into your hold
    Your body felt soft and my fingers were cold
    I didn't feel tight and I didn't feel full
    Ecstatic then peaceful, content in a lull

    How tides seem to shift when the evening begins
    How yesterday's calm makes tomorrow a sin
    How often and always fall short of routine
    We curl into one and engulf the between

    Unclasping your arms makes today's morning after
    I second guess love and forgiveness and laughter
    Your words haven't changed and your breath hasn't soured
    Our days and our weeks turn to minutes and hours