hey baby, let's form a land bridge,
I don't want to fight today, let's just call it quits
agree to disagree
and say I come to you
if you come to me.
And I
on the other side of
the atlantic
waving at you from the opposite pole
knowing as hard as I run on this betrayal called earth
that I will somehow always end up
right back here
beside you,
I say
baby, there is no such thing,
I don't want no theoretical love.
I don't want no placating
bandaid neosporin for the soul childrens grape flavored hush now
everything's gonna be okay let me explain it to you sideways kinda
bull
shit.
I want to feel the earth move.
I want to know that every day we're either moving a little bit closer
or a little further away,
and that your unstoppable force is meeting my immoveable piece
and something's really happening
like you're falling underneath me
or I'm sliding underneath you
and we're making this trench together
and we're consciously deciding to never see light again,
or maybe just saying to hell with it
and smashing equal into equal
and from our clashing, bashing, warring bodies
mountains will rise
peaks will strain to reach heaven and touch the faces of angels
and somehow through our battle we will know
that as long as we are locked like this we may look up and see god.
but you just sigh and roll over and I
see the continent of your shoulderblades in the darkness
drifting further and further away,
and I want so badly to meet you there,
walk my hand across the pillow
defy the science of everything
and say,
yeah, sure, baby, land bridges, love bridges
love bridges even inexplicable distances like these,
but I get going instead
and I get up and on my way,
one inch a year,
fuck that,
I got places to be.
