Valerian Routine

Do you recall that first apartment
Watching highways sleep as we sunk into the streetlamps
Swishing in the dark, dancing in the fog
Wishing that the sun would desert its post
And let us drown

Across the river
Of our slumber
We've crashed into each other

Hey, you've got a little plastic face
And metal on your tongue
And I've stitched some things together
To try to stay warm
So slow and deliberate
Melt our fingerprints
Into soft saline streaks
Down ceramic cheeks

Remember how that second-hand couch
Would swallow us whole on summer nights
We'd wind up in a galaxy of our own making
Waiting for stars to align and send a sign
As we spiraled

Across the river
Of our slumber
Our private supernova

Hey, you've got a lilting finger placed
On the metal on your tongue (Are we going to have that back again)
And I've stitched some things together
But the seams won't hold long (When did we get so accustomed to boredom)
So fragile, so delicate
Melt our fingerprints (Can we find our way back there again)
Into soft saline streaks
Down ceramic cheeks (Through the thick valerian routine)

Hey, you've got a little plastic face (Can we get back there again)
Hey, you've got a little plastic face (So accustomed to boredom)