Thoughts remain
Feelings unspoken
A moth to flame
Walking on broken glass
Catch a plane
To the sahara
Then pray for rain
Running mascara
Now’s the time to get on your feet, dear
Love is blind under the chandeliers.
An unmade bed
A high threshold for pain
The things you said
A pillowcase lipstick stain
Now’s the time to put on your face dear
You were mine under the chandeliers