There is shattered glass on the fl
There is pottery in my soul, broke
There are acid stains at the top o
There are pieces of dreams, writte
I have no words for your embrace,

You’re my gravity.
You pull me back to earth when my
I’m grounded when I’m with you,
I’m stable for the first time in m
With you there are no limits,

He’s so smooth; soft and stupid, 
He’s sardonic, with sadness in his
I find that he isn’t beautiful— 
(Although he’s perfect inside and
That I don’t find him appealing, 

I lay pressed against my window ev
That’s the closest I’ll get to yo
And I search for the light in the
I exist for a movement to know you
It seems life is a Fitzgerald nov

I like a little distance,
Some room to breathe,
An escape route if need be.
I like a little distance,
If I’m still close to you.