Twist Ties and Band-Aids

It’s so fucked up, what we have. Could you imagine it any other way? What would I do without you? I’d be better, I’d be fine, but I don’t think I’d be me. This is a messy thing we’ve gotten tangled in. This is scotch tape and craft glue. This is twist ties and band-aids and if gravity had any say we’d have crashed down by now.

I’m floating up here with you and you smile and I’m higher than I’ve ever been. And there’s nothing sober about this, this is ecstasy. There’s nothing okay about this, this is heaven. And I’ll stay with you because I never touch the ground. I don’t know what it feels to be real anymore. We’re together and there’s just nothing else.

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