Souvenir

Here cause it feels alright
I'll forgive my body in your basement tonight
Separately I'm struggling and standing at the sink
I deserve whatever hurts I think

Canonize his breath
He can't hear the snakes despite his head against my chest
I'm the bathroom mirror
I'm the walk back into bed
And yes, I know exactly what comes next
So have me again then
Wow I don't wanna get dressed

It is what it is
Soft and sweet and meaningless
Don't forget that I was here
The soreness in my legs: a souvenir