The Failures’ Union

you should walk alone, good luck unanswering your phone, your never decent and always home we are the ones that know, that there has been a sense of nudity when we were fully clothed, a layer of cotton between you and me, a layer of cotton eternally, our skin won’t have to meet, we can whisper through the sheet, she was voiced as chimes, there were times i couldn’t make out, her words that rang out, she’s always ringing out, the layer of cotton between you and me, the layer of cotton eternally, our skin will never meet, we can whisper through the sheet, i dreamt you in my headphones, and nothing much at all.