the pain from yesterdays parties
lodged in our temples
set in our bones
the punishment for time well spent

leaving markers for those whom follow
footsteps in the snow
how many more miles

another candle spent
another empty toilet paper roll
here regretting the morning
after another long night

the sun is wasted on us
our pale skin
no gardens
no memories

just a softly spoken secret
of forevermore
etched into the public eye
and streaming through the stars