My head is full of fire, my tongue swollen,pregnant with all the things I should’ve saidbut didn’t. Last night, we met each otherin the dark, remember? You told me time was

pregnant with all things. I should’ve saidsomething, to draw you out from your placein the dark. Remember, you told me time wasonly 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, lyingdown on your couch, through the night you drew

me out from mine. That night, I believed in youwhen you told me you loved me. I laydown on your couch. Through the night, you drewa picture of our future together.

When you told me you loved me, I liedin the dark. Remember, you told me time wasa picture of our future together.My head is full of fire, my tongue swollen.