2020-2021
I want this feeling to break like a fever
Every night will be my last
I'm leaning on a green light post
I don’t want to go home
I'm learning to sit in my pain
The bench is wet from a storm this afternoon
I'm a million places at once
I didn't know birds sang this late
I don't think I can hold it
My finger is bleeding
It's almost midnight
2020-2021
I want this feeling to break like a fever
Every night will be my last
I'm leaning on a green light post
I don’t want to go home
I'm learning to sit in my pain
The bench is wet from a storm this afternoon
I'm a million places at once
I didn't know birds sang this late
I don't think I can hold it
My finger is bleeding
It's almost midnight
