So guys,
I didn't want to mention this at the coffee shop,
Y'know, in front of all the angels and the normies,
But I'm building an arc inside my ribcage.
It's sorta weird, I know, I just,
I don't have the insurance to get it checked out
I've already swallowed a hundred dandelion parachutes too many
And with that starscape tattooed on my bellybutton showing through the tears in my flannel
This is happening whether I want it to or not,
the flood may not be coming
But there are five of every animal showing up in my dreams
Piling into my pockets
Clawing up my pant legs
There are pterodactyls nesting in my hair
Don't giggle,
I don't have the insurance to get this checked out.
It's complicated.
See, everything looks like a storm out of the corner of your eye
And my nervous system can spot a thing to worry about
catalog it
Instagram it
Build a shelter against it
Miles before my conscious mind can even catch it's gaze
That's how you make me feel,
Ponyboy, glass knuckles, buttercream daylight
Cigarrette powderkeg flick
You looked like a landmine and a shoreline
You fought my shivers with your eyelashes
And made me feel like an oak tree
That may or may not be about to be set on fire for someone else's sins
In a way that's always tempting until it happens but is definitely definitely a bad thing,
Except a beautiful bad thing that I am so immature to find beautiful
But it feels innocent to be lost in your blue eyes everywhere but retrospect
I don't have the insurance to get this checked out.
I didn't bargain for this cardboard sea
I didn't know what I was doing when I saw you in the wreckage and held you like an anchor
I built this arc by the glow of a paper moon
Through the stained glass discoball tyedye splashes on the cracked lenses of my glasses
I won't know what this nest of promises is made of
Until the water is at our ankles
And there's nothing left to prove