N O M O R E S I C K D A Y S

a hundred hour glasses half full and we're still fighting over cold spots on the backs of our pillows "I can't sleep, can you?"


after all the heartache sores on our hands your still checking my nails for dirt. "Quit biting your fingers."

I tied my sheets in a knot in my throat and cried all night. "I don't know what you're talking about."

I smeared the fog on the bathroom mirror and I thought I saw you standing there.