My head is full of fire, my tongue swollen,
pregnant with all the things I should’ve said
but didn’t. Last night, we met each other
in the dark, remember? You told me time was
pregnant with all things. I should’ve said
something, to draw you out from your place
in the dark. Remember, you told me time was
only an illusion, and memory was only
something to draw. You, out from your place,
I out from mine, that night, I believed in you.
Only illusion and memory were one, lying
down on your couch, through the night you drew
me out from mine. That night, I believed in you
when you told me you loved me. I lay
down on your couch. Through the night, you drew
a picture of our future together.
When you told me you loved me, I lied
in the dark. Remember, you told me time was
a picture of our future together.
My head is full of fire, my tongue swollen.