We found a chemical seatbelt
for the loneliness we felt
we built an emptiness headrest
and you told me it would be best
if I leave and don't contact
so we wrote up a contract
no lovers,
no lovers here
theres nothing to see here
just bones
I heard the loneliness leaving
and the metaphors bleeding
I felt the words turn to cliché
as I repeat the things we say
it's an elegant thesis
and yeah the structure is decent
but it lacks catachresis
and the words strain to mean it
and I fear i won't feel it
and love you know you don't need this right now
no lovers
no lovers here
theres nothing to hear
just words