phosphorescence was painted on your hair

so i could see you in the dark

and i would act just as your counter part

and it was there

you’d catch fluorescence in my stare

you take me back to where you parked

and you can tell me when the relapse starts

i’m dying on the street

my arch is on repeat

and i believe i’m in love with you

i don’t think i’ll leave here with a heartbeat

i’ll tell you when i see the l.e.d.s

crying out the words you whispered to me in my sleep

so i can hear you scream them back to me

and i don’t know what made you come across me with this curse

but i feel like it is only getting worse

honestly there’s not much to resist

you helped me get my body homewhile you inject my arm with honey combs

and i saw blood that fell directly on your wrist

back when you had skin and bones

and we’d communicate on the telephone

you’re in a non receptive state

i wish i could relate

but i need to help you breathe today

i miss when we would talk about our sorrow

and now it’s only me that has to vent