I don't love him, but he is here and you are not (Pt. 3)
I promise that one day
our cold hearts can be together,
our blacked out lungs will breathe each other,
our stained clothes will be tugged off
by words never spoken
through our lips,
our cracked lips will meet
and we can smile together,
because I promise that one day
our hearts,
clothes,
lungs
lips,
will finally meet.