To the Boy at the Bar/Let's Be Broken Together

Sad fawn, your coaster’s soggy
And your eyes pregnant with grief
So lend your heartache to my ears
I promise I won’t leave

You say “I’m sitting on the axis
Of my frightened disposition
Just teetering on the cliff
Of a catastrophic fission

You see, I’m greeted by the image
Of her smile with the sunrise
Oh! this longing is a torture
That delights in my demise”

I hear each pack of cigarettes
In your voice that shakes and shakes
The nervousness so palpable
It startles mine awake

My love, your tone has fathered
A storm I know too well
So let my soft hands guide you
Away from this fresh hell

See, while we’re broken together
We’ll pretend that we’re repaired 
And in this shallow and transient union
We’ll both forget we’re scared

So retire your glass of whiskey
And retire with me to bed
And feel not this torrent of misery
But feel my contours instead