I’m only spilling myself because I’m overflowing. I became a part of the sky the same day you tried to say that tears made us way too blue, I guess being this sad and writing too much didn’t make you like me more. I don’t want to be like this, ya know? Some days I just want to feel okay. The air could use a lot less sighs. I know I could. If there was ever a time, if there was ever a place when I did love you– it was when I knew how to define us with a simple whisper instead of a memory. I’m only empty because you didn’t leave any letters in my back pocket. I’m only lonely because you’ve got a sad poem in your eyes and I’m falling like the rain again. My heart is the kind of homesick that only hurts when it hears your name. My smile is the kind of ache that only breaks when your roots grow around him. So tonight, I’ll drink until you’re in my arms. I’ll smoke until your name drowns my lungs. Some people are sins and some are prayers and I lie somewhere between the two.