Love 2

3:55

The numbers on the alarm clock were flashing.

And then the beat collapsed.

And you said
It was like fire around the brim

But the song, it just kept playing, so I turned up the volume all the way; I shoved the headphones into my ears and I stared at the floor, I stared through it, burning imaginary holes through the wood, refusing to give in, letting my eardrums soak in the bass line...

There was no structure, just pure memory; there was fire, and there were bed sheets, and white walls, yes, I remember the walls, I remember them, and they were white, and I kept staring into the floor, letting it all wash over me.

Burning solid
Burning thin the burning rim

They were still flashing, and it wasn't over yet. And I kept looking at the floor, my head turned, my body perched on the side of the bed, and my hands, like claws, contorted, and I remembered.

There was dark, and I couldn't see anything, but I could remember...I could remember her.

3:56

She'd turned the lights off, and all of the sudden the beat hit me again, plunging me into a sea of noise, and my world slowed down, and I heard steps, steps outside, but I didn't pay attention; I just kept staring into the floor, trying to remember.

Like stars burning holes right through the dark
Flicking fire like saltwater into my eyes

And there it was again, there was passion, there was orange and red and there was wind and rain, but our fire, no, it didn't go out, no, our fire...and I turned it up louder. The snare drum snapped like the second hand on a clock...

There was a burst...

3:57

And she was gone.

And everything is going to the beat
And everything is going to the beat
And everything is going