Weightless

Chicago and me. It's all fireworks and things I never believed in. My heart beats outside of my chest when I think of our collision, and the way she said, "I've come to bust you out."

For some reason my wounds don't bleed out, they just bruise. I listen for you in the thunder, like a hidden track on my favorite album. You are my overhang in the storm.

I Can't See Where I've Been

I've been sleeping with my heart on crazy. Turn the lights off and dream better thoughts than tomorrow. Wrote down your favorite things to let you know I'm keeping track of the heart-felt talks we've had.

312 is me plus you and other jokes aside. I just want the build up and regret.