To Miss Catherine (A Birthday Gift. Sorry I Can't Do Better, But Still...)

Hide out It's certainly a safe place with the lights out And blankets shielding bodies from the cold, I know That there exists polaroids of clothing that you used to wear Your skin constructed cities as it flaked into the stitches and the seams, dearest You left me with a closet where the moth's digest a promise that I'll never tell a soul, I know that you know that (I'll never tell a soul, I know that you know that) We stack bricks, we're building A brand new city We will sleep softly And underwater We stack bricks, we're building A brand new city We will sleep softly And underwater We are all the same We're breathless sculptures