i'd stumbled into the winter as i'd fallen through the fall
the lights over the city choked: my fists were made of stone

when the leaves lashed i woke up we were snared by our own arms
the lights over the city shone: like we weren't there at all

but when the lights go out go out
a cool hand's over our mouths
punctuating us in the silence
a door sounds

and when the covers draw back draw out
a hot guilt is in our mouths
punctuating us in the stillness
she shouts

we'd fumbled into the winter as we'd fumbled through the fall
the lights over the city choked: our hearts were made of stone

boxes boxes form buildings caught between these squares and lies
the lights over the city spoke of shattering guilty wrongs

but when the lights go out go out
a cool hand is over your mouth
punctuating us in the silence
a door sounds

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