we were under a spell of stupor, and it rained heavily

something's in the air. in my lungs.
when you came outside, the leaves blew everywhere. it was like god felt lonely, and sighed
my coat wasn't thick enough to keep out your wind
when the bells rang on the hour, i thought you had gotten inside my head and just made me fucking crazy
so tomorrow, i'll carry my umbrella

the smoke's not as thick as my skin.
he saw her and breathed out
nothing could move like that
it was like a shimmer, on a digital screen
a blink, a hallucination, a bit of deja vu
"it must be you"

cigarette smoke looks purple in the air.
her face was red
"who did this to you?"
the same as ever, the one inside
i saw you tomorrow, i'll be you yesterday
the screams were louder than churchbells

writing a letter to the editor, she paused
what if she was wrong?
what if these opinions were all based on falsehoods?
she sent the letter anyway

and nobody gave a shit