but now we speak with ruined tounges
And it broke my heart so I fell asleep holding my own hand, vomit bucket in the corner, the empty dial tone of a phone on the windowsill with dying flowers, it broke my heart so I listened to my head speak in tongues without translation, without a pharmaceutical miracle we are all just regular people, we are all just accidents waiting to happen, we are all just poets without enough alcohol or dreams or anyone close enough to hold their hand in the night.
