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
