Hide out, it's certainly a safe place. With lights out and blankets shielding bodies from the cold. I know that there exists polaroids of clothing that you used to wear. Your skin constructed cities as it flaked into the stitches and the seams. Dearest, you left me with a closet Where the moth's digest a promise that "I'll never tell a soul" I know that you know. We stack bricks we're building a brand new city Where will sleep safely and underwater. Where we are all the same, we're breathless sculptures.