the night comes all the time,
but we don't die when the sunlight drags itself down the wall with a heavy touch
and the radio sits, waiting to sing

and the kettle burns, all the time
but it doesn't scream out without reason
while the trains pass not a hundred yards away shaking the walls of the house and kicking dust up into the sun

glass bottles sit all the time
flavoring my food, dreaming like an animal
I grow twisted when my body grows larger

there are very little promises that I will promise not to make when you break
touching hard on your soft skin
grabbing breaths that rip your lungs with smiles at the huge sky
you are an individual and wild and so am I but somehow we were cast in love